tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889804.post2432552607264524781..comments2023-10-11T05:20:26.909-05:00Comments on night is half gone...: and now a word from our sponsors....jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11116663308431251286noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889804.post-53862415749112729652015-06-16T19:56:37.703-05:002015-06-16T19:56:37.703-05:00i've got a glove that needs freshening; a love...i've got a glove that needs freshening; a love glove.normadesmondhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17325110017442011627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889804.post-1628592745321784302015-06-16T12:28:06.505-05:002015-06-16T12:28:06.505-05:00(damn, i'm old! but that's beside the poin...(damn, i'm old! but that's beside the point.) i remember my mama sending her gloves out, along with my daddy's suits, to be dry cleaned. they'd be picked up at the house, and then returned a few days later. anyway, i can still see her gloves inside of clear fronted bags hanging on top of my daddy's suits. damn, but those two were a hoot! thanks, sugar, for reminding me of happy times. xxoxoxosavannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04310843901371718758noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889804.post-25179789557262333242015-06-16T10:27:07.782-05:002015-06-16T10:27:07.782-05:00That is service. Nothing like wearing gloves from ...That is service. Nothing like wearing gloves from the old white glove test..or being out from the night before.Mistress Maddiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02098940220513091207noreply@blogger.com