Before The Purging Lutheran starts in on these gloves, I feel it necessary to talk about something uncommon, related to gloves but also underwear.
I won’t dignify them with a picture as you can easily gloogle them and see what they look like. Suffice it to say if your palms suffer from incontinence or your thumbs have embarrassing *episodes* now and again, handerpants make sense. While not on par with climbing K2 or kayaking across the Atlantic, wearing handerpants is not on my agenda either but I am glad there are people who dare to dream the impossible dream. I doff my hat to you, mountaineer, frantic paddler, and shameless college student.
Gloves seem awfully boring after mountain climbing, water sports and fingerless underoos. And they should be boring. Equating gloves with anything beyond keeping your googoos warm and your moving into territory reserved for power lineman searching for another overload, chopping wood, or The Boston Strangler. I’m not sure where these gloves came from but I know where they’re going to. BTW, if you want to know what My Marta looks like as a poorly drawn picture, there she is to the right of these gloves.
Genesis 18:14 Is anything too hard for the Lord? At the appointed time I will return to you, about this time next year, and Sarah shall have a son.”