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A Bundle of Myrrh

"My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh." Song of Solomon 1:13

My Poor Hands

April 3rd, 2011 by Aubri

I’ve inherited my mama’s delicate skin. We both suffer from The Splits. It’s because we were once royalty and just weren’t made to work with our hands….

The tips of my fingers and knuckles are in a constant state of split open. It’s very painful and debilitating really. I’ve tried a lot of different things to try to keep this from happening but when your hands are in as much water as mine are throughout the day, keeping them from drying out and cracking is not easy. So, at Phil’s suggestion, I’ve resorted to these for dishwashing….

And by doing so become my Grandma Sissy. How can I see yellow rubber gloves on the sink and think of anyone else?

I can’t tell if they’re working since I just started using them, but wow! Yellow rubber gloves where have you been all my life? Oh yeah, draped on Grandma’s sink….

2 Responses to “My Poor Hands”

  1. Kristi says:

    You would think the glove-makers could come up with prettier colors and patterns, right?

  2. Aubri says:

    Ugg, definitely. These do give off that “hazmat” vibe for sure.