I love and hate Boston for its garbage.
Love what you come across on the street on garbage day (couches, chairs, books, bookcases, etc). Hate all the trash littered, everywhere.
Yesterday was a Boston love day as I came across a bag labeled FREE outside a swanky house. Being the daughter of Chuck Todd, the world's most prolific salvageer of things deemed junk, I naturally had to inspect. What I found is now mine. Inside that bag: fancy damask bed linens from Spain, complete with embroidered pillow shams. SCORE! I'm sure something dark is associated with these sheets. Perhaps a body was rolled in them, or maybe a wife came home to her husband having a nooner on them. Whatever the dark secret of these linens, I don't care because they are LOV-E-LY.
Alex felt Little Man Mallet kick last night.
We saw a great bumper sticker the other day. "BOYCOTT SHAMPOO! Demand Real Poo!"