There's no place like gnome

In the midst of my blues, a funny little thing made me smile.  Well, laugh.  Actually, I almost peed my pants.

I have a garden gnome named Gus that I received several years ago.  Love him.  Since then, I have been blessed with occasional gnome gifts from friends and family.  They are strewn and hidden around my house.  Recently, a friend came to visit and one of them came up missing.

Tonight, I received photos from this friend.  Evidence of them whooping it up in a city far away.

Thanks to my friend for the smile.