I found it! Actually, Connie found it!

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.

Someone tossed a glove in my direction, or, I am a lost and found magnet

So, I was all set to take part in the fun blog carnival Top Three Thursday.  I had even taken photos in preparation for today's festivities. 

Until...

*cue the DUH DUH DUUUUMM*

I saw something in my purse. 

I haven't a clue how it got there.

I'm sure I didn't place it in there.

I'm sure we don't even own this.  Or the other thing that goes with it.

Forgive me, I'm speaking cryptically.  It's because my mind is broken.  Let me show you.

See, I have this big purse, right?  And, it accumulates a lot of stuff.  Just normal rock star lady blogger stuff.  Normal.  Harmless.  I'll show you.

See?  Normalish stuff.

*A couple of pens
*a pack of Kleenex
*a thumbdrive containing one lone chapter of a book
*some allergy pills
*my blood pressure meds (waaahhhhh)
*my check book
*a deposit slip
*my wallet
*two bottles of hand sanitizer
*two bottles of lotion
*Blistex
*two Dum Dums to shut my kids up give to my sweet children
*some Advil
*sunglasses
*the case to my Sarah Palin glasses
*a gum wrapper
*two packs of gum
*my camera cord
*a power cord for the car for my iPhone (not pictured)
*a stand for my iPhone
*a black glove
*a tennis ball

I know what you're thinking.  Because I'm 78% psychic.  You're thinking, "Whoa. Back up.  TWO packs of gum??"  Look, I appreciate the power of good breath, ok?  Also, that tennis ball is for me to sit on.  For the pain in my butt.  Sciatica.  From having babies.  It works.  Yes, it's weird.

Also, you're missing the most important part. 

THIS

WHERE THE CRAP DID THAT COME FROM?

I DIDN'T PUT IT THERE!!

I DON'T EVEN OWN A BLACK GLOVE! MY GLOVES ARE BROWN! AND WAY CUTER THAN THIS ONE!

I must find the culprit.  I must find the culprit and pinch his underarm.  Because now I am suspicious.  And might need to bury this glove.  Also, this is just what OJ felt like.