Fiorella is very angry. It's been almost two weeks of from-bad-to-worse, and yesterday really corked it. First of all, Fio's Auto insurance people called her and told her they'd decided SHE was to blame for the sideswipe because she was trying to turn into a lane that the other car was in. GRRRRRRRRRR! Then Fio spent a long time on the phone with Sophia, her house insuramce rep, who dragged everything out of yours truly that she could remember about the defunct heating system and the plumber. Then she got a call from the root-canal dentist and learned the cost, which must be paid at the time, is $1000+. GRRRRRRRRR! Then she got a call back from Sophia, who had talked to the plumber and set up when Fiorella would get a new water heater, Then she worked out the price, which looks like about $5000, putting Fio into a grand sulk.
Next came the phone calls from Husband to find stuff for him.
Ito end the day, Fio's still walking around with one of her glasses lens held in place with Scotch tape, and she hasn't had the time to play the piano or walk around outside in some time. Also, the stupid modem is keeps turning itself off, Gmail keeps telling Fio that "something seems to be wrong," and Rehab is kicking Husband out tomorrow. Oh, and Jacquie Lawson couldn't deliver Fiorella's birthday card to an old fried.
Is Elaine Hicks dead now too?
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