From Tragedy to Ecstacy

When Fiorella was a child, she gobbled down every book in the school library and then some but drew the line at biographies when she realized that the main character always died at the end.  Thus, when she started writing her own stories,  she chose the romance genre. Not that her  characters lead easy lives. No, she drags them through hell before giving them a happily-ever-after--which is a lot like real life except that real life goes on after the wedding and may not be as great as planned. Fio would tell her students that Cinderella's tale was a comedy in Shakespearian terms because it ended happily--with the wedding--but if, a week afterwards, Cinderella had discovered her prince was a cross-dresser who had a thing for high heels,  it would be called a tragedy--at. least by Cindy.
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Donald Trump, king of crude,
Specializes in being rude
To every dame and every dude
On Twitter, when  he's in the mood
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It's early yet, but Fiorella will whip up another fire later on today. She's something of a connoisseur, of course prefering to use wood from her own land--broken limbs that are twisted and gnarled, that still  have bark on them--rather than the anonymous trimmed and treated specimens sold in small, tight batches outside of grocery stores. 
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As Fio showed visitors around her house last night, she realized that she'd inadvertently created a stereotypical artist's studio--designs, drawings, and paintings on every wall, half-finished current projects everywhere. Mother, who was a perfect housekeeper, would not be happy.

Your girl is flying high--Fed-ExKinkos ran off thirty more pages of her DUMP TRUMP and VOTER REGISTRAR pages yesterday, and she bought every bag of blanks in stock at Michael's and Hobby Lobby. Assembling the buttons doesn't take long, and she should have 100 of them ready to roll by this evening. YAHOO!