Fio's inveterate multitasking backfired on her yesterday. Forgetting that she had put six eggs on the stove to boil, she sat down on the sofa and started going through her mail. A couple of hours later, she heard a large POP from the kitchen--her eggs were not just hard -boiled, but ROCKY-hard-boiled and their shells were shattered to pieces. Nothing to do but toss the mess over the back fence for the ants and animals that prowl by night. You would think Fiorella had learned her lesson, but no, this morning, she was fast at work scrubbing our the egg pan as she ate cherries for breakfast and fed Sonia Dog during pauses.
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Oh, Fio forgot to tell you that when she went to FedEx Kinkos to get her acrostic photocopied, SHE WASN'T CHARGED! The registers were down, and everyone that came in got free service. She's hoping this happens more often because she's sure that her constant patronization is what has moved Kinkos into the top level of the stock exchange.
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Here I am at seventy-seven,
Long past time to go to heaven
Or wherever it is I'm destined to go--
But if it is dull
Just lull after lull
I'll ask for a transfer below
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Hey, hey, Fio is making progress on her widowhood, she's got piles and piles of firewood in her yard, and she's riding high, wide, and handsome on FB, so maybe her own light at the end of the tunnel is in sight. But then, she still has theose taxes to pull together. GRRRRRRRRRR!
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What if we are all in hell now, and what we call "death" is heaven?
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