(A quick aside: My hyacinths are blooming! Huzzah!)
I'm also pretty sure he OD's on caffeine every morning.
It's somewhat rare for Derek and me to so enthusiastically agree on home (or lawn) decor, but Victor was just kitschy enough for me and just Viking-y enough for Derek; thus, V's adoption was sealed.
I was a little leery of Victor the Viking at first, perched there on top of one of our bookcases throughout the winter. I first read The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe at a rather formative age, and have since wondered about every statue I've come across. What this thing once alive? Has it been frozen by a cold-loving, Christmas-hating villainess?
Eventually, however, I got used to Victor's twitchy-eyed stare, and the two of us began conversing on a regular basis. And by "conversing," I mean I rambled and V listened. Victor is an excellent listener.
It was a long winter, okay? Give me a break.
Today's his first day outside. Am I worried he'll get lonely out there all by himself tonight? Of course not, hahahaha, that would be crazy, hahahaha!
On a completely unrelated note, look what I just found on the internets:
She's THIRTY BUCKS (and by "she," I mean Victoria; I've already named her), so there's pretty much no way she'll find a home around here, which is a shame, as she looks like an ideal companion for our Victor, not to mention the fact that she could bash garden vermin with her watering can and bake little garden gnome cookies for visitors.
It's just as well, I suppose. I can see myself going totally out of control on this one and adding Viking gnome children and grandchildren. Then we'd be "those people" in our neighborhood. If we're not already.
Update: According to Derek, his name is spelled "Viktor." As in "Viktor the Vikings mascot." Of course.