Son, Baking, Home Depot, Fencing, Schedule

Fio has to watch her P's and Q's from now on. She just learned that Elder Son reads her blog.
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Calling upon her inner chinchiness, Fiorella, who hasn't baked in years, could not let that box of pound cake mix go to waste, even though all indications were that it had been in her pantry since she moved into the house. Setting the oven to 360, she started gathering the ingredients, making a few substitutes along the line according to what was left in the refrigerator and pantry. She also had to line the cake pan with foil instead of floured cooking spray. The results may be inedible, but what the heck--it's just an experiment, and Fiorella won't starve. She has a cache of Russell Stover chocolate bars stowed away in the bottom cupboard.
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Home Depot let Fio down. She walked through the door with the determination to buy at least thirty feet of what she assumed would be very expensive fencing to keep los armadillos out of her iron plants this spring, but after being directed TWICE to the wrong areas of the store, she discovered--on her own--that rolls of chain link were all that the store carried. If you're wondering, armadillos burrow, so chain link fencing is no deterrent.
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To continue the story, Fiorella walked to her car and started driving to H-E-B for groceries. Something about the song of the road inspired her, and she started muddling over how to make her own fence. Staves--she needed metal staves spaced three inches apart. They could be soddered together by a rail across the top and another one six inches up from the bottom, and they'd have to be sold in four or five foot segments to be wieldy. Anybody out there want to manufacture an armadillo fence for Fio?
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Fio likes the way women stick together. She's heard from old friends and new since the word got out that her husband had died, and her social schedule is filling up fast.
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