This time, it was my winter glove. I am missing the middle finger (appropriate, huh?), the side was eaten and the elastic wrist band was torn off.
All this by Rocco this afternoon.
Oh, and it's 5 degree's right now.
And I'm sure there's not much of a supply of fashionable winter gloves in mid February in Chicago.
So next week if you see a scowling woman, wearing yellow polka dot accented neon mittens, that's probably me.
Please stop to say hello.
Or maybe not.
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