It's just thirty minutes after noon and Fiorella has already scarfed down two Hershey bars. Let's hope that they will last her till tomorrow, but she doubts it. Yep, your girl is an admitted chocoholic. On the other hand, chocolate is her only do-or-die sweet, so maybe she'll survive.
Son L invited Fio to accompany him and B on on their expedition to Barnes and Noble and your girl was somewhat shocked by all the floor space dedicated to high-priced kids' toys. In her day, the top seller was women's romances...or was it just that romances were all Fiorella was interested in back then?
Your girl is resolved to spending her afternoon working on another stage of her studio, with the full knowledge that there will be several more stages to go. Pray for her.
If you can believe it, Son L's washing machine has about six adjustments to be made before it will accept and wash Fiorella's clothes. Son whips right through the task, but Fio is totally flummexed and has had to request not only a printed list for the washer, but for the dryer as well.
Thinking ahead, which is probably a stupid think to do, Fiorella is dreaming of a neighborhood "reveal" of her studio, complete with music and drinks....if anyone would be in the least interested.
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