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Friday, August 15, 2008

Look, Look What Ginab Sent Me In The Mail!!

New pink rubber gloves, for washing dishes! Aren't they pretty?

Except, I have a date tonight. And now my hands smell like rubber. This guy doesn't seem like the rubber-glove-fetishist type, but you never know.

My final improv class is this Sunday. I'm considering signing up for the next round, since I enjoyed the first one so much. Work is work, and it's not really satisfying my creative impulses. Not like washing dishes satisfies.

Really, though. Life is slipping by. Thanks, ginab, for the surprise. It's the end of a long week, and I needed that.


Blogger Ren said...

I want to see pink SURGICAL gloves. I don't think surgeons have the sense of humor necessary to wear pink gloves.

Or do they?

Oh, and never date a guy with a pink rubber glove fetish. Next thing you know you're in a latex body suit, and, well, that doesn't end very well.

7:53 PM

Blogger Ren said...

Clarification to my comment above...

I've heard.

7:55 PM

Blogger Dan L. said...


Now THAT (photo of Gina) an imposing figure!

I, myself, LOVE the heck out of what I know of Gina, but this photo takes my true love to another level...

...But, I must say, my love for her, though special, cannot cut through the stuff you and her, she and you, share and share again.

Gina: Drop the gloves...but then....maybe Bebe needs a poop pickup?


Love y'all to death,

--Dan L.

10:25 PM

Blogger matty said...

Neat gloves!!!

Way cool shoes!!!

And, most cool picture!!!

Now, you're a tap dancer in a library. Go.

1:41 AM

Blogger ginab said...

Nice picture of you Ing. Glad the glove arrived okay and that they really surprised you. Just saw them of course and tug-tug went some internal organ in that I had to buy them for you, send them, or else.

Interesting essay in the NY Times Sunday, last page, on blurbs. The price some people pay. I think of blurbing, of having to read someone else's book and plug it to the masses assuming the masses read at all, as getting back at those blurbing who happen to be professors who assign texts to us peons. Back in the saddle of not enjoying reading what one wants to read or even knowing what it means to discover this experience.


7:20 AM

Blogger ginab said...

PS: wear your gloves to work. There must be such a day. There must be.

11:23 AM

Blogger Scarlet Hip said...

How do you manage to look hot wearing pink rubber gloves? My envy is palpable.

6:06 PM

Blogger ing said...


I don't think I want a surgeon with a keen sense of humor. And as for your advice, I stick to men with black rubber fetishes. The latex body suit is simply to prevent me from getting pregs.





dan l.:

That photo of who? What? Wait. . . huh?

Jesus loves you, dan l.



As you can see in my photo, I am a tap dancer in a library, there's no denying it. I've danced my way up the Dewey and down, I have, all the while wearing my darling new gloves. It's my gift.



I do, I love them! How did you guess?

I just got my first issue of the New York Times. But I want to finish that Junot Diaz novel first. And I have to read manuscripts for work. . . the next one's a writing book. Should be interesting, maybe.

Did you check out that thingie? I was thinking it would make me write regularly.



If there was such a day, I missed it, I guess. . .



O, Scarlet, I am palping your envy with much tenderness. Thanks!!

8:54 PM

Blogger sage said...

Great gloves, what a neat surprise gift! As for as the smell of rubber, I suppose it's better than dish pan hands, but you could use Joy (or was it another brand) and have hands that look younger than a 20 year old.

2:24 PM

Blogger Dan L. said...

Now you are fully equipped to change your oil, perform surgery, collect doggie poop, or just plain clean a toilet. Gotta love Gina...she is a practical one!...Though I do not doubt she planned for you any of what I just offered.


You COULD visit her doggie, and the gloves would help with trashings of poopland.

Again...gotta love her, she is too cool.

Funny, funny photo, Ing, very funny!

--Dan L.

5:11 PM

Blogger ing said...


But Sage, I do have hands that look younger that a 20-year-old, if we judge a person's age by their relative height. I am small-handed. Teensy, mind you. One might even say stubby. In which case I'd slap the one who dared say it with my short little hand.


dan l.

Oh, how I love collecting poop! Forget the perfume, the oil, the surgery. I just adore poop and its collection. Though second to that I guess I love collecting poop just before performing surgery without changing my gloves in between tasks.

If all goes as planned and my wishes come true, I will visit ginab's dog and there will be so much poop (ginab's dog is nothing if not "productive"). The icing on the cake will be the surgery I'll perform afterwards at the local hospital. I can't wait!! ; )

9:30 PM


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