The next time Fio has to pick up her prescriptions at the pharmacy's drive-through, she'll take a frying pan with her so the clerk can drop the bag in the pan instead of handing it to her. Then your girl can take the Rx's home and wipe off all their bottles with whatever is recommended. This coronavirus stuff is all so COMPLICATED!
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it's wet outside and the electronics in the house have gone crazy. The land line has given Fio four emergency calls so far and the giant roll-out piano that elder son gave Fiorella for Christmas has started sending her mis-chords from hell, each more grotesque than the last. Fio is currently waiting for the TV to turn itself on and send a death ray in her direction.
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Fiorella, clever girl that she is, has decided to scoot over to Walgreens later this week and try to buy Easter treats at the drive-through. Her usual distribution is two bags of chocolate for her pals at Chase, three at Mazda, and four bags of nuts for Click, where the guys are supposedly on a diet. On the other hand, she'd better check to make sure her friends haven't locked their shutters for the time being.
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Where the heck is Sigrid's romance, a finished manuscript that Fiorella wrote about five years ago. It did quite well on the contest circuit, and Fio would like to see what it would do in the marketplace.
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News of the day: Fiorella's good watch, the gold one that Husband gave her on their wedding anniversary, lo, these many years ago, has stopped working. It has a lifetime guarantee so all your girl has to do is hop down to her local jeweler to get a new power ball inserted, but she's not about to sashay round and about at this time. Besides, she also has a nice silver watch she can wear (another gift from Husband) that is working just fine.
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