From Thanksgiving to Zuckerberg

Fiorella had one of the best Thanksgivings of her life at Brother and his wife's place yesterday. The food was great, but the company was greater. Bastrop son, his wife, and their toddler were in attendance, and Baby stole the show. As soon as she got over new-environment shyness, Baby not only explored  the house but warmed up to everyone in it--including Fio, which thrilled her beyond bearing.
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Three deer stalked across the street in fron of Fio and Husband as they drove out of Brother's suburban neighborhood. Amazing--Fio's never been able to get that close to deer out here in the boondocks.
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On the way home, Fiorella couldn't help but reminisce about visits to Osceola Mills, Pennsylvania, where her father's relatives livedand died. The get-togethers were a lot like the one she and her cousins had in Ohio three months ago--telling stories on themselves and laughing and laughing--but somehow the laughter of the great-aunts and great-uncles seemed louder and fuller--like it would make the earth wobble on its axis.
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Tragedy in the making--Fio may have lost the Christmas poem she was working on while she was in Austin on Wednesday. She'll have to call Starbucks, Dan's Hamburgers, and her neurologist's office this morning to see if a yellow writing tablet has turned up anywhere.
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Fiorella isn't the only one that Facebook is screwing with. Apparently Zuckerberg is having such a good time being a celebrity that he's letting the business go hang. Tell Fio again how infallible electronics are.