Fio suddenly realized that today is the day she can run off Fiorella 2020 and stack it with the rest of her blog books. She's thinking that makes thirteen editions, but it may be fourteen.
Your girl's gotta remember to scoot into town and pick up some miniature lights for the candelabra on the stairway landing. That plastic geegaw has always represented hope to her, and she's gonna need a lot of it during this move,
Fiorella found Sonya Dog's birth certificate, and Baby Dog still has about three years to go. Large dogs don't last as long as little ones, sadly.
Guess who fell asleep on the couch this morning, then leapt up like a jack-in-the-box and grabbed a mask when Sonia went into a conniption fit, barking like we were being attacked? Who panicked because she was pretty sure it was the AC guy come to take care of the upstairs unit, but she suddenly couldn't remember where her realtor's to-do list was? Who looked down at the coffee table and realized the list was right in front of her? Who ushered the AC guy in, then decided to make herself some hot chocolate because the house was cold inside, then nearly burned the pan because she still had one ear open to what the AC guy was doing?
Guess who got a sweet note from Son K and his wife 💗?
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