When my ex and I were planning our house together, I said that I wanted it entirely surrounded by lawn gnomes. She didn't like this idea at all (that's probably why she's my ex), but finally conceded that I could have a small room, a closet or something, for my prospective gnome collection. But now my gnome fixation is out of the closet, and I couldn't be happier about it.

Well, maybe sometimes I could be happier, but not about gnomes.