As it turned out, yesterday's television drama wasn't Fiorella's fault after all, although its interpretation was. As she's explained before, it takes two remotes for her open up the den screen, a long black one and a fat white one. Somewhere along she line, Fio had discovered a second fatty, but after a few tries, tossed it aside, figuring it was for the small screen in the guest room. You can guess what happened next--your girl accidentally picked up the wrong remote and delivered herself unto television hell.
HELP! Fiorella wants her FB Decade Book before it closes down on me, but is too computer ignorant to claim it. Friends or relatives, please come to your girl's rescue!
Congratulate Fio--she's finished packing all of her mother's Haviland china. All it took was two and a half days of working like a dog. Now to get the house ready for the last run-through by the potential buyers. Hoping nothing goes wrong because your girl really needs to get some rest.
Fiorella may have finished off the china, but she screwd up her computer again. Daughter saved the day by suggesting Mom check out the modem. BINGO!
What should your girl do during the prospective buyers' one-hour solo stroll around the house and grounds? Load up on chocolate in Walgreens? Drive around downtown Georgetown and try to locate the title company she has to report to the next day? Maybe both?
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