...because we went to San Luis Obispo for Thanksgiving and bought a pie and some whipped cream from Albertsons and we finished the pie but not the whipped cream and, well, waste not want not. But then I turned to page 20 in the NYT Sunday Styles and who's glowering at me from the left column but one of my eight bosses (and his lovely family), obviously unhappy to be in his least favorite newspaper ever?
It's all Sugar Inc., all the time; even dead-tree media is no respite.
