At 7:45 a.m., a huge truck eased its way through Fio's driveway and she and Doggie went out to see what was going on. The driver explained he was picking up the Mercedes for Mazda and needed the keys. The keys? Fiorella is pretty sure she handed them over to Mazda two days ago, but with everything that's been going on in her world lately, she knew she might be mistaken so she searched every known keys lair in the house. Nada. This could be a continued story.
The trash in the fireplace is a-buildin', and Fiorella will soon be lighting another fire. It's a lot more fun than dragging the garbage can up to the top of the road. 😁
Friend Ellen and Fio talked out politics and your girl's family problems for about half an hour last night, and Fiorella went to sleep feeling loved. There's no friend like an old (ahem-long-time) friend.
Congratulate Fio--out of necessity, she made herself some hot cocoa for breakfast, something she'd never done before. It was a surprisingly cold day, and having run out of Shredded Wheat, the only thing she could think to do was put a pan on the stove, pour in some milk, then try to get the contents of an ancient bottle of Hershey Syrup to flow into the mix. AND IT WORKED. There was some collateral damage, though--Fio left the pan on the fire too long and she lost about a third of the pan to boil-over. But it didn't matter. Your clever girl had made two big cups of her brew, and there's a second one in the fridge, ready to be warmed up when needed.
It's amazing--and sweet--they way so many of Husband's leftovers have come to Fio's rescue. The syrup had been sitting in the cleaned-out pantry for at least two years, and your girl is well-stocked with medical supplies. She also has a nice rainbow of male T-shirts and jackets that she held back from the donation pile.
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