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Quiz: How to Tell if Your Garden Gnome was Stolen or Ran Away

Answer the following as honestly as possible. Choose A or B as you think about life before he went missing.

1. When backing out of your driveway in recent weeks or months, you’d notice your Gnome…

a. Silent and still, but you knew he was thinking, “Goodbye, Friends!”
b. Stubbornly avoiding eye contact

2. Have there been any surprise financial shortfalls lately?

a. No, everything appears to be in order
b. Yes, my purse/wallet has been missing a few small bills

3. Look at your phone bill. Are there calls you cannot account for?

a. You, or someone authorized by you, made every call
b. There are several mysterious calls to a number in Kruunupyy, Finland

4. Your Gnome’s social circle

a. Was limited to the small and cheerful ceramic rabbit that lives near the rock roses
b. Has grown recently to include a battered pink flamingo and a cheeky looking hummingbird pinwheel, neither you recognize

5. Describe your laptop

a. Accounted for at all times and relatively clean—are those Cheeto crumbs?
b. Turned up in odd places and had mud and grass caked between the keys

6. Your Gnome’s grooming practices

a. Remained consistent—sprinkler showers were enough to keep his beard smooth, white, and long and his face clean
b. You found a teeny sample-sized can of AXE Dark Temptation in a nearby flower barrel

7. Hopes and dreams: Did he have any?

a. Other than bringing a friendly sparkle to the garden, living amongst the asters, mums, and peonies? No.
b. Sometimes, late at night, you’d hear a small, thickly-accented voice singing Kelly Clarkson’s hit song “Breakaway”

8. Did you find a note where he used to stand?

a. No
b. Yes

9. If you answered Yes to #8, what did it say or depict?

a. It turned out to be a sun-bleached ad for gutter cleaning with 1950s clip art of a handy man holding a wrench in one hand and a martini in the other
b. It had song lyrics, hearts (some broken), and amateurish poetry about how pointy red hats cannot hide pointy pain

10. Your nosy neighbor came over to ask

a. How much you paid for your new patio furniture
b. Why a cab came to your house at 2am last night

If you answered mostly As and your Gnome is missing, he has most likely been stolen and you will never see him again. Try not to imagine drunken teenagers loading him with fireworks.

If you answered mostly Bs and your Gnome is missing, he left on his own volition. Travelocity commercials will break your heart for the rest of your life. Is it HIM? You’ll never know.

P.S. I answered mostly As.

I do not know who is President-Elect

I did not watch any election coverage last night. Instead, I went to bed at 8pm and watched Deliver Me. I fell asleep before it was over, so I was out by nine.

Heaven.

I woke this morning, resolved to see how long I could go before hearing any news. At this point, I know nothing. My husband does, but he’s been instructed not to say anything.

Some observations regarding today:

~The sun came up
~Hot cocoa is still delicious
~Our tap water is working
~I needed to make four lunches
~It looks fully November outside, bare-branched and subtle-stark
~We need more milk
~Ryley dressed like he was going golfing today, earning him a Go Try Again, Mister
~Did anyone feed the dog?
~Baby is kicking

See how life has gone on, despite everything that happened or didn’t happen last night? A person who has no clue, like me, has a special vantage point on November 5th, 2008. My day, so far, hasn’t been colored by anything.

I will listen to my iPod instead of the radio, severely cut back on internet bouncing, and avoid TV. I don’t want to be caught up in bitter hand-wringing or self-congratulation just yet.

Is my head in the sand? Do either of the candidates care that I don’t know? Are yammering pundits just dying for my opinion, lining up satellite hookups from my living room for the Lifenut reaction? No and no and no.

Eventually, I’ll know when his face is carved on Mt. Rushmore.

Butbutbut…I voted!

I voted, but didn’t get the sticker.

I don’t know why. They usually hand them out as you exit, but nobody gave one to me—voter #40 in my precinct. See how on-the-ball I was? Dedicated to getting to the polling place bright and early?

Forced to walk by a table covered in cookies and pastries for the election workers, a sticker would have been a small consolation. I could have taken it to Starbucks and Chik-fil-a and Krispie Kreme for free food!

My husband got a sticker, my sister-in-law got a sticker, and everybody else in the Denver Metro area got a sticker. Good turnout, judging by the STICKERS on everyone else’s shirts.

But I didn’t. And perhaps I can blame hormones, but it really made me mad all day long. I went around telling people my story of voting, but not getting my sticker. Some sympathetic listeners offered me their stickers, but I couldn’t take it from them. I knew they’d feel naked without it.

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The results from my kids’ school’s mock election:

McCain: 273
Obama: 88

Hmmmm.