How thrilling! Fiorella's Christmas poem has really hit the big time--especially with women of a certain age. Fio even had a call from a childhood friend who lives in Virginia to rave about it. Your girl hopes that when her oriental carpets come out of storage, they will be raved about by her family.
Speaking of storage, she also hopes to find all her decorations and pretties in good shape. Some of them are really old, like from Fio's and Husband's grandparents. And yes, we were both taught to respect old people and old things.
Sitting on the floor, Fio went through about two hours of pictures, art, and writing that she'd secreted in the bottom shelf next to the piano last week. Her method is simple. First she separates everything into husband's leftovers or her own, tossing repeats as she encounters them. Next, she goes through each stack and decides what is worthwhile to save for the kids. Then she closes shop and it's up to them.
What will today bring Fiorella--so far, just indigestion. Maybe a half-bag of walnuts were not her best decision for a late-night supper.
End of day: well, what today brought to Fio was a mess revolving around one of her prescriptions resulting an evening run to Walgreens that wasn't any fun. Wish your girl better for tomorrow.
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