How Did Your Day Go, Fio?

Fio really got a fair amount of work done yesterday, but none of it was what had been on her yellow tablet. Instead of making necessary phone calls, going through the drawers in Husband's six-foot-tall office file, and dropping by H-E-B to pick up some Ovaltine and hamburger meat, she spent most of her time cleaning up from Christmas.
     Actually, your girl accomplished quite a lot. She threw out the Christmas dinner leftovers, yanked about half of the tinsel garlands on the driveway, and pulled the red cardboard bells and the paper snowflakes off the windows. In fact, she felt so good about what she had done that she decided to pack Sonia Dog in the Mercedes and drive over to DQ for a small dipped cone and a Pup Cup.
     And that's when the you-know-what hit the fan.
     The tarp that Minnesota son had fastened across the front seats to bar Doggie from joining Fiorella when she was driving turned out to be no barrier to a 130-pound dog who wanted to sit in her mommy's lap. Yep, as soon as Fio turned onto the highway, Doggie joyously leapt the tarp, stared around at the countryside, then gave Fiorella a loving glance.
     Fio knew what was coming next.
     Dang. Nothing to do but slow down, turn into the first side road, and circle back toward home at a snail's pace, the red "no-seatbelt" light blinking the whole time.
     After shoving doggie back into the house, your faithful correspondent drove down to HEB as planned, but instead of Ovaltine  and hamburger, she bought herself a Milky Way and a can of chocolate frosting. Fio may not drink liquor, but she does eat chocolate.