Chocolate, Armadillo, Ameritrade, Admission, Viewpoint

After a frustrating battle with her 2018 tax returns, Fiorella drove to town and, for solace, bought herself four chocolate Halloween treats, two Dove bars, and a can of chocolate fudge frosting  As soon as she got home, she ate the treats and Dove bar, despite knowing that she would pay the GERD piper at bedtime, but--SURPRISE--she slept like a baby all night.
       Has your Fio stumbled on a cure?
       More important, does this mean that she can eat the entire can of chocolate fudge frosting tomorrow without suffering any consequences?
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There's an armadillo--or two--rooting around in Fio's yard right now, and it won't come near the trap. Maybe she'd better revisit last year's vision of an armadillo fence with underground spikes.
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Pray for your faithful correspondent. She's going to have to contact Ameritrade to get relevant information for her 2018 taxes, and her last confrontation with those people bordered on lethal.

Fiorella never closes doors, but sometimes she packs away the welcome mat.
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Fiorella thinks a person's sex life is his own business unless it involves force, children, or animals.