Nice gloves, self.

My former set of gloves got a hole in them, so I ducked into a store to buy a new pair on Friday. I wanted white to go with my coat and hat. They only had one pair of white left and I was in a big hurry and said, "Eh, the balls are a little much but I can live with them."

Walking home I glanced down and came to the realization that these gloves were in fact completely ludicrous and if I saw some other chick wearing them I would totally snicker, snap a covert cell phone pic, and blog about them. The post would probably include a snarky Sonja Henie reference, something about Tribbles, and then I'd bring it home by asking if she'd gotten into a fistfight with Frosty.

I find it hard to believe that there's anyone else walking around the city with these things, so if you see them come say hi. You've almost certainly spotted the Bird.