Most of last night, Fio had nightmares revolving around the medications she is taking. Then, in the sweet rays of morning, her credit card was rejected when Son L went out to gas up the car, which made for an extra trip to the bank to make sure all was well in Fiorella's finances. Then, she went shopping at H-E-B and piled on the milk, nuts, meat, fruit, and sweets. Then, she came home and exchanged her cute jeans and long-armed maroon top for shorts and even cuter shorts. Viva la winter in Texas!
Your girl is hoping her Christmas decorations will be out of storage by Christmas. We'll see....
Thanks to Son L's teaching her again on how to operate the printer, Fio is moving right along on Lolly's story. But please, God--don't let anyone invent an even more advanced printer while Fiorella is still nervous about this one.
Your girl is hypnotized by a television show that uses language Fio wouldn't stay in the same room with, kills off people right and left, has violent sex with anything that wanders in, and is willing to bend all the "rules." The name of the show and the hero is BOSCH, and this is NOT an advertisement...although Fiorella can't quit watching it. Maybe it's because it's filmed in the US rather than overseas.
Oops! Fio forgot to post this blog yesterday.
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