J has been busy, of late, with a welding project. He's been piecing it together in the evenings after the Rowdy Girls go to bed. Tonight, after tucking them in for the evening, he went outside to work. His protective gloves were on the back porch, right where he left them last night.
When he put his hand in, the first finger didn't fit into the glove's finger.
Rocks.
Loaded into the finger sleeve.
So, he pulled the rocks out. And inserted the first finger and started to put in the next finger.
Stopped short again, more rocks.
After finding the 3rd finger blocked, he upended the glove.
All five fingers were filled with tiny rocks from our flower bed.
When he put his hand in, the first finger didn't fit into the glove's finger.
Rocks.
Loaded into the finger sleeve.
So, he pulled the rocks out. And inserted the first finger and started to put in the next finger.
Stopped short again, more rocks.
After finding the 3rd finger blocked, he upended the glove.
All five fingers were filled with tiny rocks from our flower bed.
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