Getting Down to Brass Tacks

 It's hard for Fio to have workers in the house. She has to grit her teeth and restrain herself from entertaining them or trying to help--the last thing they need is distraction. 

Fiorella hasn't gotten any mail, not even a bill or advertisement, for two days now, which is suspicious. Did it end up in her neighbor's box again? Or is it being withheld it because she's a known Biden-ite?

With bated breath and her heart beating like a tom-tom,  your girl lifted two large, beautiful vases down from the shelf on top of the front-room fireplace, wrapped them in blankets, and packed them in a leather bench. Thanks to her mother-in-law, Fio has many antique treasures, but these two vases are in the top tier. At the very top is a clock featuring a figurine of a young eighteenth-century type figurine. It was Husband's favorite🧡

Fiorella's realtor has pulled in the big guns to help with the packing, for which Fio, who is snowed under, is grateful. Today's team worked upstairs on a leak (the man) and emptied the walls of nails and push pins (the woman). She also filled the holes left by said nails and pins. Best of all, the twosome will be back tomorrow to work more magic. 😁

Remember that silver-haired fox Fiorella is looking for? She has another specification--he must be accountant so that he can figure out her blankety-blank income tax!