Conglomeration

Fiorella suddenly realized that if she had started writing this blog earlier, she would be able to remember events her kids remembers that have entirely fled from her memory, like that hijo menor was the one who dug out and installed the koy pond for Husband and Fio. On the other hand, hijo has forgotten a few things about his early childhood that Fio remembers all too vividly, like when he threw a fit when Fio was driving him home from pre-school and kept grabbing at the steering wheel, and honking, which attracted the attention of the police.
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How about a inventing a game involving HG-TV in which viewers place bets on how many times they hear certain scripted phrases?  You know the ones--over-used comments like "open concept," "outdated," "my stamp," and the ever-available "I can just see myself...."
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Fiorella has hair so strong-willed it is resistant to hairspray, damn it!
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Whenever Fio leaves puts anything down on the couch, whether it be a pillow, newspaper, or tablet, Sonia Dog plops her rear end down on it. Today it was a life insurance check. Fio only hopes nothing rubbed off.
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With her income going down $3000/mo because of Husband's death, Fio has turned into the queen of thrift. Not is she using grocery bags rather than trash bags to gather her garbage for the bin at the curb, but she is reusing paper cups and making sure to grab a good handful of napkins at Starbucks for home use. Maybe she'll even be able to sell a book or two once she gets her life settled down again.