Gnome-on-a-stick, man! Gnome. On. A. Stick.

I am just back from the event I was assisting at. The outdoor event. Where it rained heavily. I don't want to talk about it.

Our gnome has gone missing. We had a little two inch gnome-on-a-stick (you pushed the stick into the soil to keep the gnome upright), which we'd put in the shelter of a sage bush, and we've noticed this week that it's missing. It's either those bastard kids, or we're going to start getting ransom notes or travel pictures.

Kind of out of context thing, but there was no context (for Matt) in the first place:

*Me sitting on the bus with Matt, silently staring out the window*
Me: "Why do all the burgers have eyes?"
*Matt looks blankly at me*
Me: "The burgers! Have eyes!"
*Matt gives me a yes-dear sort of look*

Finito.