Labor, Bugs, Action

It took Fiorella more than an hour of walking back and forth to the waste basket, but she has finally gotten the top of Husband's desk cleared off enough that she can work on it instead of on una libreta amarilla balanced on her lap while she sits hunched over on the couch. Of course, not everything ended up in the trash. Fio made piles of items she thought her offspring might find useful or claim as  souveniers of times gone by. She also kept the pile of cards that had passwords on them, although they're probably all out of date.
       The next thing Fio has to do is make the desk HER desk. Hello, convenient place to store her PC and Mac. Hello,  flowers! Hello, pics of the kids! Hello, drawers loaded with steamy romances in the making! FEMININITY RULES!
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Wow! Fiorella noted a reddish something on the floor just inside the kitchen door this morning that looked like a squashed dog biscuit, so she ignored it till after lunch--when she realized it was the remains of a large scorpion. Needless to say, she quickly scooped up the body and tipped it into the outside trash can, just in case it would spring to life again.
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Guess what?! Fio's acrostics are a big hit with her cousins, the Ohio ones she hooked up with again at the reunion in Tennessee--even the ones who disagree with her politically. Now to finish off that acrostic for the other side of her family. After that, as she's told you, she wants to see if she can do an expanded acrostic that can include younger members of both families. And then there's the genealogical chart she has in mind....
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