Confessions and Considerations

Beauty alert! Fiorella checked into her on-and-off med-spa to get her forehead wrinkles botoxed, and this may be the last time. Fio has a limit, not to only to her her beauty aspersions, but to her bank account.
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Okay, she admits it--on the way home, she dropped in at Walgreens for a Russell Stover chocolate bunny and ate it on the way home, pretty well guaranteeing that this will be a GERD night.
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Fiorella waited till Son had left the premises before trying out the new printer, and IT WORKS. She ran off seven pages of instructions from her long-suffering accountant, and  then, gathering her courage, tossed almost 300 pages of a writer friend's new manuscript into the printer's gaping maw to check it out.
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Across-the-street widow Charlene, whose husband died at Thanksgiving, paid Fiorella a visit today, and, of course, Fio couldn't stop talking. Hoping she didn't scare Neighbor away. 
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Com to think of it, a fair number of the people who live in this area are over the sell-by mark. There may be a landslide in the offing--at least for the men.