I always have a great deal to say that no one particularly wants to hear. Blogs were a great invention.

One of my favorite Christmas gifts was a Garden Gnome. Not just any Garden Gnome, but a Traveling Gnome. He sits on my desk, on his manicured lawn of lush green grass, in front of various backgrounds detailing his world travels. Today he's in front of the Eiffel Tower. (I'll bet it's not 9 degrees in Paris.)

It's been a disappointment to me that no one's really commented on him. Buehler said, "I like your gnome" but no one else has said a word.

To commemorate the snowy weather, I've moved him to Mt. Everest.

I need to take a picture of him (must bring in the camera) and post it. (While I'm at it, I'll upload pictures of this year's Splendiferous Gingerbread Houses that we built over the Thanksgiving Weekend, because I've only inflicted those on three of you so far.)