Congratulate your Fiorella--she is clamping down on her daily chocolate intake so hard that she can hear Hershey shrieking in agony. Yep, there goes its profit margin....
Despite the whapping your girl got from the stepladder when she was trying to organize too many stacks of paper at once, Fio is fast at work in her studio again. Already she has determined that the photos need their own special BIG drawer and that her half-finished novels will need another one such.
Son L is carting your girl all back and forth to various medical appointments these days, and, all the time, Fiorella is remembering when you made an appointment with the local GP, he would loo you over and announce you were just fine--or you weren't, in which case he wrote you out a prescription and sent you on your way.
And that's about it for today....
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