High-ho, high-ho--Fiorella has more of a story to tell now that she's pulled her computer out from under Sonia Dog's belly, been informed that she had moved Thanksgiving forward a day, and driven off to Target in her shiny red car and bought the sand paper and graph paper with the help of a salesgirl with long, rich, red hair. Your girl also brought the trash can from the road when she got back home.
Fio's realtor has been sending pics and descriptions of possible future residences to her, but none of them hit the button so far. It would be nice to actually go through some of these places or at least see their layouts.
Congratulate Fiorella. She didn't gulp down a single bite of chocolate today, but instead, ate two exquisite stems of celery.
Your girl is still a bit uneasy about having to use a small easy-to-lose fob to open the door of her new car, then to push a button hidden under the steering to handle the ignition. The car door having to be controlled by the fob from a distance is also somewhat unnerving. On the other hand, Red is a smooth rider.
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, but also Fio's brother's birthday, so please wish him well.
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