If the weather’s not too chilly, I’m a big fan of those ‘magic’ gloves – the ones that are cheap and stretch to fit your hand – but when it gets chilly, I use my wool gloves.
They are nothing special or expensive. I bought them at Wal*Mart a couple of years ago, but they are so dang warm! Last week I realized that I was wearing through one of the fingers, and that I’d need to repair it. “Great!” I told myself, “This is the first time you’re fixing a pair of gloves and that will be good enough for a post.”
Except….. as I took the ‘before’ picture, I realized this wasn’t the first time I’ve fixed a glove….
Goodbye, Long-Term Memory. I’ll miss you most of all.
Brad says
I love having a bad memory. The funnest part of it is forgetting things I’ve done in the past. I’m always leaving notes for myself or organizing jobs for myself. I come back a year later, and everything is laid out and ready for use and it’s like someone else did it. I love Brad From The Past.
Beth says
I’m just cracking up that it’s the middle finger on each glove that wore out… Apparently Tall Man gets more jobs than Pointer…
(That is NOT meant to suggest that you flip people off regularly. Truly. But no matter how I write it, it reads with some sort of implication.)
Peggy says
(Maybe that’s her nose pickin’ finger.)
And I think this calls for another duet video:
There’s a hole in my mitten, dear Lloyd, dear Lloyd,
There’s a hole in my mitten, dear Lloyd, a hole.
Well, fix it dear Lauren, dear Lauren, dear Lauren,
……