You always hear about what a bitch she can be...I never saw this one. Like religion, I used to go to the store every Tuesday (new magazine day) and get the rags. I hate myself for doing it but I collected EVERYTHING. I used to make photo albums for each year, in order by events, blah blah blah. Why did I care so much? Why DO I care so much? I can't imagine growing up without her...feels silly to say! As always, many thanks to you and your patience for creating this blog!
if anyone knows who DARLENE is, this story has a completely different spin on the truth
Was there any truth to this story?