Nothing like pushing a grocery cart down the aisles of HEB to bring back a feeling a normalcy. Your girl came home with two bottles of milk, three boxes of Shredded Wheat, a long, skinny, baguette, a nice little steak, grapes, Kleenexes, a box of cookies, way too much chocolate, a breakfast bowl, and a pack of emory boards, but she forgot the masking tape.
Along the way, Fiorella bumped into a few other shoppers (literally). They laughed, made clever quips, and went on their way, then waved at Fiorella when they turned up in the same check-out line.
What is going on? Fio just realized she lost another page of clever quips and out-and-out bitchery that she thought would come out yesterday. Well, all she can do is take it from here. And right now, she's somehow lost her plastic box of morning pills. Ho-hum...it's bound to show up somewhere.
On the other hand, that call she put in to the Statesman has borne fruit--your girl found a freshly folded newspaper on her lawn this morning. Keep'em comin', boys--Fiorella needs those funny papers!
If you're wondering how Fio is getting along with untangling everything she's ever owned, made, or used, it's slow, tearful going, but totally worthwhile. She's rediscovered not only everyone else, but herself.đŸ’—
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