You remember the Weird Black Glove Incident? No? Well, go read up or this post won't make any sense whatsoever.
You say you don't want to read up? Fine, obstinate reader, I'll just tell you. I found a black glove in my bag. I didn't put it there. I don't recognize it. And it was all by itself. Which is just weird. So I put out an urgent request for someone to find the missing black glove.
And my friend Connie found it. She was innocently doing laundry and BAM.
THERE IT WAS.
You're still not getting it, are you?
IT'S A RANDOM BLACK GLOVE. IT JUST APPEARED OUT OF NOWHERE. IT'S JUST WEIRD.
I'm fairly certain the only reason poor Connie wasn't freaking out is because she reads my blog and knows that I have the other glove. She did what any responsible adult would do and that's immediately tell me and email the pictoral evidence. Is pictoral a word?
...unless someone else out there has found a random black glove? In that case, me and Connie will be meeting with a priest who specializes in exorcisms.
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