You'd snicker at Fio if you could see her. She's all crumpled up on her bed with five yellow pads in front of her, trying to maybe combine them into just one...or two. Yep, your girl writes down every thought and thing she thinks might come in usable at some time or other. Of course, after a certain period of time, she has to dump the leftovers, but there are always more to come--not too bad for someone who never learned "proper" typing.
Fiorella had a great driver for her first ride with the free transport for older people and she hopes to have as pleasant an experience in later February, when she'll visit a dermatologist about her dry skin and what she thinks is the remains of a hornet's kiss on her forehead. She wouldn't mind it if the doctor gave her a bit of Botox too (hint, hint).
So irritating--two of Fio's doctors have set up appointments for her to come in on Tuesday, but Fio isn't sure she can drum up transportation this late in the game so she's decided to call the doctors' offices tomorrow and find out what the appointments are for. After all, it may be that both of them are looking at the same reports.
Winter morning/And it's warming/Spring is on the way/
Then comes summer/What a bummer/Sweating all the day
Remember:
No matter how tall
You can't build a wall,
That your mother cannot break through
With her never ending love for you 😁
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