Saturday, November 7, 2020

Twenty-four Hours

The election drama has sapped all Fiorella's energy and she's decided to take the morning off. She hopes Trump will too, but she doubts it. As far as she's seen, he doesn't know when to stop.

Oh, happy afternoon! Friend Cassity has come over to reseal the soaker-tub. That's the tub that leaked into the kitchen a while back--twice, actually--but Fiorella is pretty sure this fix will be lasting because Cassity is a pro. (And, my friend, if you are reading this post and I have misspelled your name again,  please correct me.)

Oh, crap! HEB sent Fio five CUTS of salmon instead of five POUNDS! Is your girl going to have to brave the local fish market on her own? 

Fiorella's current must-have list includes a new mailbox and a new printer. She's also going to do a next-to-final clearing out of her closet. Then there's the dining room table, the last resting place of everything that Fio doesn't know what to do with.

Needless to say, Fio is very happy about the election results. Whew!

 

 

 

 

 

 



 


 

 

 



 

 

 



 


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