Raining from the Ceiling

Fiorella has not been happy with the way Husband forgets to turn off burners, even though she's posted a sign about the stove to remind him, but she's not such a hot shot with fires herself. She tried to build one in the fireplace, but it died in five minutes, then smoked up the house. Nothing like having to open the back door and turn on the overhead fan in  52 degree weather.
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As Fiorella was talking on the phone with friend Suzy in Britain yesterday morning, she realized that the kitchen ceiling was  dripping. PANIC! WHAT IF THE ENTIRE CEILING CAVED IN? No choice but to cancel that get-together with friend Paula, then call the plumber--and she had been so looking forward to the Austin meet-up.
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First the hot water system, then the shallow lake on the kichen floor. Hmm.... Fio is getting suspicious of the way Husband always manages to be in the hospital when household disasters occur.
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Never one to waste time, after ranting and raving at the air for a minute or two, Fio started working on this year's Christmas card. The sonnet was finished, of course, but now came the card itself. Don't tell anyone, but Fio is backing the poem with one of her gold wraps  the ones from Russell Stover. Trust your faithful reporter--it'll looks cool.
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The day that the kitchen ceiling dripped was also the day that Fio ran out of las toallas de papel (paper towels), and she couldn't run down to H-E-B and grab a case because she was waiting for the plumber.