So last night as we were driving over to hang out with Kevin's brother and his girlfriend, Kevin was driving and handed me his gloves to hold, since knit gloves don't have much grip to them. I sat the gloves on my leg and we chatted and sang Steely Dan songs as we zoomed along. We arrived, found a great place to park, and went inside for a good meal and lots of laughs. As we left, Kevin asked for his gloves. I said I didn't have them. All I remember is that they were in my lap and that's the last time we saw them. The only thing I can figure is that they fell off my lap as I got out of the car, onto the sidewalk, and someone passing by in the in between time took advantage of my carelessness.


So I guess it is for the best that I finished his new pair this afternoon.








He likes them and isn't too upset about the lost old pair. But I certainly feel like an idiot for being careless. The old gloves were still in good shape and I was planning on closing up the few little holes that had appeared in between the fingers. That way he'd have two pairs of gloves to pick from. But now, there are only new gloves.