Blog Blunder

Proof again that Fiorella Plum is a real person: she accidentally published part of today's blog yesterday and now she'll have to start all over again. So much for perfection.

First of all comes her salute to the kitchen, the heart of the home. It's where our food is cooked and we get our drinking water, where we store our knives and eating utensils, where we keep our table settings and towels, where our refrigerators and stoves reside. We could even sleep on the floor if we needed to--think about it.

Next comes Fio's political comment. She decided to watch the solo debates last night, switching stations at every break, and was impressed by Biden's background, knowledge, command of the situation, and willingness to listen. Trump was a different story. His face was red, sweaty, and swollen, his nose was running, his eyes were glassy, and all he could do was spew hate and misinformation. And yet, two more of my neighbors have planted Trump signs in their yards. WHY?

HOORAY! Fiorella's income taxes are on their way to the Treasury. Now to tackled her local taxes.