There are things Fiorella want to do and things she has to do, and dang it, the latter usually wins out. (Your girl has probably said this once, but she's saying it again just to get the point across.)
Fio wants to spend her time writing, painting, making music, and learning languages, not hauling off to doctors' offices every time she turns around. And, by the way, she thinks that seascape that her husband liked so much might pay off a few bills for her--but whom does she check it out with?
Speaking of, Fiorealla can't help but wonder if, in the future, academics will study your girls' blogs to try to understand how people lived in the early 2000s.
Okay, Fio will confess that when Son L drove her over to Walgreens to pick up her prescriptions, she also tucked a B-I-G box of Russell Stover into the deal--but however much chocolate Fio rella ate today, the pounds of happy tears she shed after taking phone calls from Brother and Daughter ballanced it out.
Cold, cold weather coming her way, but at least this year around, your girl will have have firewood, food, and family around her. If only Sonja Dog had made it this far💗😢
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