Yesterday, Deb and I were finishing the latest issue of Erie Gay News, which went fairly well. At one point, I was picking up some papers and stuff to check on the proof copy and I found a rather foofy white glove.
I didn’t recognize it, so I asked Deb. She was also unfamiliar with it, so the image I had was that secret drag queen ninjas had sneaked into my house and left it as a message that they had been there. Or it could have gotten tangled up with laundry over at Deb’s, which got bundled into her backpack, but the drag queen ninjas story is ever so much more colorful.
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