May 25th, 2008
Picnics = Terror (or so I thought in my Ana Days)
Back in my Ana Days (or should that be Ana Daze? hmmm…), I dreaded weekends like these because they meant one thing: PICNICS.
Dear god, I can still remember the horror of knowing that I would be surrounded by the worst variety of foods – high fat, high sugar, ooey, gooey, sticky, yummy. Thoughts of potato salads drenched […]
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