Don't hold your breath, but Fiorella is beginning to see daylight. She's finally burned every last stick of the trash wood in the fireplace, gotten most of Husband's affairs in order, and caught up with the laundry. Next comes--gulp--the 2018 taxes.
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`Okay, Fio admits she grabbed a bag of galletas de chocolate when she was in HEB to pick up a baguette, and she ate every single one of them on the ride home because she was mad about having to buy a new chainsaw. Dang thing cost almost $180!
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Fio's yardman is supposed to come tomorrow. As she's told you, she's going to offer him all three of the decrepit BBQ grills on the back porch. Hope he can use them.
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Husband's ophthamologist's robocall asked for him and totally disregarded Fiorella's explanation of the situation. She'll have to call the office tomorrow.
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Fiorella's posting about the children Trump and his pals have kidnapped and jailed. What sort of education do they get? Are the younger ones taught readin', writin', and 'rithmatic? Are the older ones perpared for jobs or college? Do they ever play games? Who teaches them nighttime prayers? Do they ever sing? Who comforts them when they cry? 💔
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