My mom is thinking of selling her house and building another. I’ve moved and now have a ridiculously large house for one person and a dog. Both of these mean that every single thing I own is now coming to live with me.
When my mom came for Easter, she brought boxes. “Here’s your childhood,” she said.
Yup. Here is is – random doll limbs and naked kids that are born in heads of lettuce.
[There were other things too. Four formal dresses in varying shades of red, American Girl clothing, and a lava lamp.]
there's no place like gnome. 
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