As usual, Fio has been at work on her studio. The floors, where she'd dumped everything, is finally seeing light again and she's pretty well mapped out what's going where in the bookshelves. Son L bought her some two-tided tape that will help with the more stubborn pictures, but it went fast so we're off to Target again.
The Austin American Statesman newspaper hasn't appeared on your girl's lawn for two days now, and there's no way to get hold of the office over the weekend. Fiorella is getting tired of this running battle. GRRRRRRR!
The Fourth of July, and all Fio can think about is when Ellen's family invited all the kids in the neighborhood into their backyard to celebrate. Everyone was having a great time, but we knew the best was yet to come--the fireworks! We were all oohing and aahing at the beautiful colors until--you guessed it--one of the rockets landed on our host's roof. Mr. Paule, needless to s was up a ladder in a New York minute and the other Dads in the neighborhood did what they could. Luckily, there was very little damage....but the Ellen;s family didn't any more neighborhood parties in their back yard again.
Fiorella's forehead hasn't completely recovered from that whacking it got from the stepladder so she's closing off early today to rest a while--unless something really, really interesting happens💗
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