When Fio returned from Atlanta and walked into the house Sunday, the kitchen was clean and sparkling, the couch in the den gleamed with leather polish, the upstairs had been picked up, and eight more sparkly stones were drying on a paper towel.
Fiorella is beloved. Thank you, Husband.
Thursday, July 25, 2013
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