WTF is going on with Blogger? So much for your girl's posterity--everything Fio wrote on the llth has disappeared and she's high and dry again. THIS NEVER HAPPENED WITH THE ORIGINAL BLOGGER!
Fio finally figured out how to turn the windshield wipers on and off in the new car this morning, but opening up the trunk still eludes her. Also, she has a problem with her passenger-side front mirror because she isn't tall enough to get a good look at next lane over. Maybe adding a cushion to her driver's seat might help--and maybe also cure her problem with sun glare.
EEEEK! Fiorella sorted through her breakfast pills today and discovered that the pharmacy hadn't kept up with her usual dosage so she got on the phone lickity-split and will be picking up a refill at the drive-through later this afternoon. Skipping her coumadin/warfaran is not a safe thing for Fio to do.
Fiorella feels like a stranger in her own home. So much furniture has been cleared out of the house and into the garage that it echoes, and what's left has been shoved into drawers and closets, never to be seen again.
Three "tours" through the house have been booked for next week, so your girl will soon be running around trying to make it even more perfect. And then there's Christmas to prepare for....
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