I'm afraid that when I die family is going to comb through my house and find garden gloves; dirty gloves, clean gloves, gloves in the garage, gloves in the washer, gloves under the bathroom sink, dirty gloves in the lawn mower catcher, gloves in the "ain't room" ("If it ain't here we ain't got it"), old garden gloves, gloves in the squirrel scat, gloves in the linens.
I have no idea where my gloves are. I need improvement! Obviously!
