Fiorella now lives in a jungle of cardboard boxes, and there's still more to come--plus the furniture. A year ago, she would have held several garage sales and an estate sale, but that isn't possible with the virus roaming around. Dang! She'll probably have to $tore a lot of things.
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Your girl's computer is only partly fixed. It works like a charm for a while, then chokes up. What the heck is going on? And no, Fio doesn't want to take Baby back to Best Buy. The guys there are very nice, but think her blank stare means she understands what they're saying.
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So, Trump and wife have the virus--or is this just a way for him to get out of the second debate? If they really do have Covid, will he insist on using the home remedies he endorsed early on? What about his cronies--are they sick too? And what about Pence--is he now in control?
Whatever, Fio wishes Trump well as she does everyone, regardless.
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The contractor dropped the news on Fiorella that repairing the bedroom balcony will cost big money, but she knows it has to be done if she's going to make big money from the sale. Meanwhile, she is trying to save pennies by doing a lot of work herself and employing her maid again. Most of the family has pitched in too, but Fio is the one on the spot all the time. Excuse me--gotta go scrub out the bottom kitchen cabinets.
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Interesting: Fiorella can now connect with Blogger and Facebook, but not her Email. Anybody have any idea what is going on?
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