When they got married, Husband and Fiorella were college students living on side jobs and subsidies from their parents, their first Christmas tree was only two feet tall, placed on a coffee table, and decorated by Fio's clever paper cut-outs and their parents' leftover adornments. Of course, as years passed by and their jobs got better, the trees got better too, but this year, as announced, your girl is skipping the tree altogether. But don't worry--she'll go full throttle next year.
Speaking of full throttles, the house of Fiorella's dreams is now officially on the market. Now to check out what's available in the Austin area. Your girl wants two rooms of her own to house her art and writing, but she may not get it.
Fio still can't find that missing lens of her best glasses, but that ten-year-old pair--the one that would have given Husband conniptions because it's held together with Scotch tape--still does the trick.
Mike of All Trades finished off the roof work this afternoon, and he also hauled off two big lumps of cement, the ones that Fio couldn't even lift. Blessings on him😊
Hoping one of those antiviruses comes Fiorella's way because if there's one thing she learned during the past year, it's that she was not born to be a reclusive nun.
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