Even through The Snowstorm was more than three months ago, Fiorella cannot let it go--death looked her in the face, and that's something that's hard to forget.
Your girl is forging full-steam ahead with the decoration of her bedroom. She's added more pictures down the side of the big window and has decided to make the narrow sitting sill into a mini library and is considering installing The Best Is Yet to Be banner (from her and Husband's anniversary a while back) above the window.
Under another name, Fio is doing her best to make everyone aware of the deliberate slowing down of postal service under the guidance of Postmaster Louis deJoy--the one who destroyed all those sorting machines. Your girl still hasn't received some very important papers mailed almost a month ago, and her various credit payments are running late because they didn't arrive in her mailbox till past their due date.
How I loved my Soaker Tub/ Good for a soak, good for a scrub. But Fio couldn't take the tub with her when she moved back to Austin so she's hoping there will be enough $$$ left over after she's settled in to get one of those glorious tubs installed down the hall.
Happy days are here again...hopefully.
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