Fiorella at Home

Having lectured herself beforehand about overloading on sweets, Fiorella was able to withstand the lure of H-E-B's candy and cookie aisle, but two rows down, she was snagged by the the Easter aisle, which she hadn't expected to be in operation this early. She grabbed a chocolate bunny for her shopping cart, of course, then added a bag of Russell Stover chocolate-covered marshmallow cookies--which somehow found sweeter lodging inside Fio'm ever-expanding tummy on her way home. Have you ever seen someone drive a car with the outside palms of her hands and, with her fingers, peeling open yet another chocolate-covered marchmallow cookie?
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Of course, one way for Fio to deliver herself from temptation would be to use H-E-B's on-line shopping service and pick her groceries up at the curb, but she prefers mingling with the populace. Remember, she's pretty well isolated out here in the boondocks.
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Have I told you that Fiorella has lost her credit card AGAIN--the same one she lost two weeks ago and received a replacement card for? Cringing with embarrassment, she's going to let the situation hang for a while because she's sure the card is somewhere in the house or car. After all, the day after she received her last replacement card, the original card reared its ugly head in the pocket of one of Husband's jackets that Fio had been wearing.
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Fiorella's wonderful yardman came by on Saturday and brought the backyard and the woodpile area up to snuff--even cutting Fio another ring of la lena. Meanwhile, she was inside, shoveling about ten pounds of ashes out of la chimenea and cleaning up the gray dust that hung hung the air. That's all till next year, folks. Primevera is just around the corner.
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Speaking of Spanish, or in Spanish, Fiorella is planning to launch an all-out effort to conquer el espanol as soon as she's gotten her life  in shape again. Le deseamos bien!