September 25th, 2004 -- by Bacchus
Wearing Your Heart On Your Hands
This item carries with it a severe risk of insulin shock. But I confess to understanding the source of the creative urge behind this one. The Nymph has hands which retreat into her sleeves at the first hint of cool weather; I’ve been known to grab her wrist and peel back several layers of sleeve in order to get at a hand to hold. Which is not to say that I would be caught dead sporting this rig:
You are looking at (wait for it) “Smittens“. Ouch, yah. Pass around that insulin needle when you are done with it, will ya?
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As a registered “Old Fart”, I can say that this is nothing new; my bride and I had a set lo! these 40 years and more ago.
Bacchus has been promising to get me some mittens but I guess I won’t be getting the Smittens. Not that I could even imagine him wanting to buy those for me! His tastes run more toward leather and less toward cute and fuzzy. :D
[start Valley Girl voice]Oh, gag me with a spoon … totally!![end Valley Girl voice]
For you, m’dear, I’m sure we could find something more effective than a mere spoon. Would you like that ball gag in tomboy black, or femme pink? ;)
Aphrodite: “Totally..!”
That’s nauseating in a cute sort of way.
Tomboy black, of course, my dear Bacchus! Or cherry red …
The Nymph has a good idea: leather smittens!
I can certainly understand why they made them–my wife and I have been known to walk holding hands with our hands in my jacket pocket.
What’s next? Double-sided toilet paper with hearts for lovers?
Aahh, fond memories of walking around with my gf’s hands and mine in my senior class jacket’s capacious pockets. We were dynamite in bed too. . . . .