A Fairly Dull Update

This is the time of years that Fiorella should be outside alternately hefting rocks around and pruning cedars, but this spring, she's ended up spending most of her time inside, downsizing the house and dealing with banks, insurance companies, and dumb legal stuff. GRRRRRRRR!to
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One thing she really needs  to nip in the bud is greenbrier, a charming vine with heart-shaped leaves that grows under trees and turns ugly as it fastens itself to branches and develops thorns. In fact, Fio's got a tentative country-western song about the it rolling around in her head--something along these lines: "Just like greenbrier growing up to a tree/ You knew how to get a hold on me/ Circled me around till you drained me dry/ Then stretched out your arms to another guy." The chorus would be like: "Greenbrier, high flyer/ Come back to me."  I'll let you know it this goes anywhere. Meanwhile, I hereby copyright it.
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A beacon of light in Fiorella's wilderness--after a frantic search, she found the table-apple-penny abstract she composed for her primary care physician a while back, then lost--twice. Hope the third attempt at delivery is a charm.
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If you've ever watched late-night TV, you're acquainted with Dr. Phil (channel 279). Fiorella was fascinated by him at first, but soon got tired of his ceaseless hyping of his family enterprises. She didn't like his low-life clients either.
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Fio's ashamed to say that from time to time, she's taken advantage of the handicapped  sign hanging from the mirror of Husband's car and parked in the last remaining spot near H-E-B's front door. Guilty as charged.