LIFE WITH FIORELLA

Hurray, hurray, God is good! A while back, Fio had stupidly left her computer half open and Sonia Dog had nestled down on its warmth, causing about five pages of a very important scene in Lolly's story to disappear, but thanks to your girl's habit of saving a copy of everything she's written, she was able to locate an earlier version of the chapter and patch up the missing pages. All is well. Whew!
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Interesting--Fiorella's septic-tank person is  trying to pull a Trump on her. He's supposed to have mailed conformation of her contract about a month ago, but the Gtown septic people are on Fio's back about it. It took a while for Fio to get through to her guy on the phone, but he promised he'd forward the contract immediately. The next day and the next day passed and your girl called again, and he got all huffy that she'd contacted him on Saturday while he was in the barber chair.
     Sorry, bud, but Fiorella doesn't play the blame-shift game.
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   Fio and Doggie were carefully working their way through the treacherous back woods when suddenly they came upon a yearling deer whose coloration blended with the underbrush. There was a split second of Who the hell are you? and then the deer took off at the speed of light. Sonia crashed through the undergrowth to follow her new acquaintance, Fiorella belatedly bellowed NO, and the deer disappeared with no harm to anyone.
     The only casualty was when Fio and Doggie made it back though the woods and up to the house where Fio tripped over the garden hose she'd thrown up on the porch earlier in the day. Your girl is going to have a bright red skinned spot on her lower right arm for a couple of days, but what the heck--it could have been worse.