For the Love of wool. I spent last Sunday in my kitchen. I never showered, I was still in my nightgown, and most of the day I was wearing lavender sheepskin slippers and those hot pink rubber gloves you can get at whole foods. It was a look entirely without charm, although I know a few people who'd like a picture.
But it was OK, I was washing Gladys. See? It's a big box, but that's not even the half of it.
But it was OK, I was washing Gladys. See? It's a big box, but that's not even the half of it.