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Mysteriously Absent Wednesday, May. 06, 2009 - 12:09 a.m. Here's something that's mysteriously absent here in the city and county of San Francisco. I have been actively looking for a pair of plain black fingerless gloves. Everything I've looked at so far has either unfurled all the way up to my armpits, which is a no, or it's been decorated with spikes, skulls, spiderwebs, itsy bitsy corset stays, et cetera. No lace, no fishnet, no satin, no leather. No driving gloves, no belaying gloves, no weight lifting gloves. Just a smegging PLAIN pair of stretchy black fingerless gloves like I used to dither around with when Boy George was da shizzle. I finally found something, three thousand miles away, and I'll look forward to when they arrive. Why in the world am I jonesing for fingerless gloves now? It has to do with band practice: I now hold the microphone when I sing. And on my left hand is a pair of chain bracelets that I can't bring myself to remove. There's my MedicAlert bracelet, of course, but now there's also the Disney charm bracelet, and since Miranda is the one who fastened it around my wrist, I know she'll enjoy seeing it there next time I am at band practice. The fingerless gloves will extend out past my wrists by a few inches and muffle the sound of the bracelets. At least that's how this is supposed to work. :-) --- Laila Ali Cat continues her recovery. If you would like to help with the recovery from her vet bill, it would be appreciated. There's a donate button to the left. Thanks muches. --- All right, there we go. Have a good Wednesday. ---
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