Whoopie! Fiorella slept straight through to 6:19 this morning, a first in her home away from home. Not that son L's in-laws haven't been more than hospitable, but it's hard for your girl to adjust to new surroundings, and it will probably take her a while to adjust to the new house too.
Shhhhhh! Don't tell neighbor Michael, but Fio is planning to turn the photo she took of him and his wife in the woods into a painting once she gets settled into said new house. Hoping she still has the talent.
Hmm....Wondering if there is anyone else in the world who takes down as many notes as Fiorella does, but the girl can't help it. Ever since she learned to print, she's left no paper unused😁
Sigh....Fio thinks we will have to hire a pick up or a truck to transport Doggie to her new home. Mastifs don't fit in cars.
Yoicks! Your girl finds it hilarious that she's been lulling herself to sleep each night with Midsomer Murders, easily the bloodiest show on TV. With at least five residents coming to barbaric ends every go-around, you'd think the British village would have been long ago put under quarantine 😁
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