Despite Daughter's ministrations, Fiorella is still being plagued by threats that her disk is almost full and she should save space by optimizing storage. WTF is going on here?
Thanksgiving is just around the corner, but your girl has decided to celebrate it at home with Sonia Dog in hopes that she'll stay Covid-free and be able to join in on a more populated (and truly grateful) celebration next year.
Fio just paid her garbage-collection fee through February of the coming year, but has hopes that she'll be moved out before then. And that Trump will be moved out too.
Don't you bet that every other world leader is getting a laugh out of Trump's antics right now? Especially Putin, who's encouraging his pet monkey to make a total fool out of himself?
Daughter delivered a huge half salmon to Fiorella last night and the first chunk of it is already gone, gone, gone. But don't worry--there are sixteen more delicious chunks left in the freezer. Your girl lives on salmon, which is amazing seeing that, because her father didn't like fish, she had never even tasted it until one day when Husband came home from a guy trip with a big bass on a string. The prep work looked interesting so Fio dared to taste the finished product and...LIKED IT. In fact, as time went on, she even learned to cook it herself, with haddock and salmon as her specialties.
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