via boston.com
closing quote in the article from one sampler: "no one ever makes ice cream exactly the way you want it, except you." her order? vanilla, no mixins.
Who’s going to pick up the free world’s dry cleaning if husbands continue to shake a new cocktail of linens and woolens and berry-red t-shirts in one giant tumbler of a washing machine? Our underemployed nation dozes in the Land of the Lotus Eaters, its only accessories a shrunken, formerly blue pashmina and some pink athletic socks.