Fio's house is buzzing again. Son L and his friend are moving all the furniture off the first floor onto the back porch so they can to make they can make your girl's cement floor-shine. Long-time friends like Josh are worth their wait in gold.
She'll admit it--Fiorella has lost her bright, pink-red purse. She was looking for a place where it would be out of the way when the nice people came over to bring her "surfaces" up to par, but now she can't find it. Luckily, both of her charge cards were in her desk drawer at the time, but WHERE THE HECK DID SHE PUT DOWN HER PURSE?
If your girl had known that crew after crew would come in and tear apart her charmingly organized furniture, she would have stacked everything into a fatalistic pile in the garage to begin with.
And the whole time, Fiorella is fighting off a painful left knee and a relapse of her fake right hip. There's also an upcoming visit to her heart doctor. Let's face it--Fiorella's alveolar valve is probably in line for another replacement.
Wanna know what it's like is a house preparing to move? Well, Fio forgot to take her pills with breakfast so she swallowed them all around noon, but now she wonders if it she fed herself a double dose.
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