Fiorella has long cherished the notion that she has a heavy dose of Neanderthal in her, but right now she's feeling it more than ever. Yes, the computer has triumphed over her yet again. She's been trying for more than a week to send photos off to her publicist in New York, but, despite Austin Son's help and Friend Cheryl's help, it's just not a-happenin'. Friend Cheryl thought a program called Mozilla Thunderbird would do the trick, but it didn't. Or maybe Fiorella screwed up the works.
We Neanderthals are better suited to chisels and stone tablets.