Fiorella's in great shape medically speaking, and you would be too if you had her genes...and her back operations... and her gall bladder removal...and her hip replacement...and her pacemaker...and her artificial aortic valve.....
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Remember that fall that Fio took four weeks ago, the one that turned her face into a Halloween mask, that the hospital personal said would take three months to heal, and that, even then, might leave permanent damage? Well, your girl is beating the odds, probably through pure cussedness. Give her a few more weeks and she'll be presentable again.
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O joy. Fiorella is going to have to use Lyft for the next week till the Queen Mary is out of dry dock. Elder Son has browbeaten her into it, but Fio knew she had to dip her toe into the modern world someda. Speaking of Elder, he and Fio's Mazda pal have put their head together and come up with a way to keep Baby Car on the road for six more months, which will give Fiorella time to decide what to do next--probably trade in the Mercedes for a four-door car so she can drive her dog and granddaughter around in style.
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Like any addict, when Fio is frustrated and/or angry, she turns to her favorite vice for condolence. Yes, your faithful correspondent ate half a pound of chocolate yesterday when she learned that her auto insurance did not cover a rental car and that the person who was going to take her to the polls to vote couldn't make it.
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Fiorella is not fond of the electronic world--except when it suits her convenience.
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