Today, while thinking about my neighbour who is detoxing on a holistic diet, I was scarfing down a cheeseburger from McDonald’s, of all places.
I frequent this establishment maybe three times a year, and usually it’s out of sheer desperation. Add a time constraint, PMS and a general moody disposition due to a cranky family member, and there you have it. Cheeseburger with fries and a Sprite.
I feel so much better.