miscellaneous musing on my life, food, scrapping, and whatever else I'm thinking about.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Two left hands
That's what it looks like I have based on my dishwashing gloves. Sometimes it is three left hands. Somehow, the right gloves always get a hole, tear, or somehow wear out before the left gloves. So I always have an abundance of left gloves, at least until I get frustrated and throw them out.