Catching Up, Breathing Hard

Fiorella started working on the outside tree, winding red trim around its trunk to define a center line, and will probably start outlining the branches tomorrow. The decorations--all handmade--will come after that.
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Next, she drove over to FedEx Kinko's, where friend Dan put her card in line to be photocopied. While she was there, she rekindled her frienship with a former Fed-Ex employee who was visiting and met a local stage-set artist who had brought her creation in to be printed. At home, she got caught up with her social network and dodged a bitch-fight with the wife of a guy she went to school with. Sorry, Fiorella doesn't play that game. if you start attacking her personally, she blocks you.
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Then came the surprise arrival of Wes, who is fixing our kitchen ceiling--he had been trying to reach us all day and was only getting a busy signal so he drove over here to check that we were okay. This was a hard pill for Fiorella to swallow because missing our place in line means that we will have to wait longer to get the job finished. The problem turned out to be the phone which Husband had left out on the arm of the couch still turned on. Fio must remember to keep an eye open for the phones at all times, just as she has to be sure that stove burners are turned off. Grrr.
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At least the news got better and better by the hour. The noose seems to be tightening around Trump's neck.
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Oh, and Fiorella is also planning to put out a big sign--her fiberboard campaign sign risen from the dead--which will read CHRISTMAS GREETINGS! Let's see if it gets stolen too.