What is Fiorella going to gripe about today? How about a call from a guy who said he was from Amazon and wanted to know if your girl had ordered a pair of tennis shoes, which she hadn't. The caller wasn't satisfied with Fio denying the purchase, though. He wanted more information and to pass her on to someone who would verify him, but again, your girl said no. The whole thing sounded like a set-up. Also, it was hard for her to understand her caller because of his accent and the boiler-room chatter in the background. Will let you know if Fiorella made the wrong decision.
What can be more irritating than buying a bottle of Antacid Tablets and not being able to open the bottle FOR TWO DAYS RUNNING?
Nothing like a couple of cackling hens who live a couple of states apart and have never met face-to-face laughing and catching up with each other over the phone two days in a row. Michelle's family has rented Fio's husband's family ranchland since before your girl was born. (Yep, Fiorella, being a Texan and though her late husband's lineage, actually has a cow or two of her own wandering around.)
Your girl's left hand is slowly recovering from carpal tunnel surgery, but it's hard going for her--and her piano practice--and the people she complains to about it.
Son L seems to be open to Fiorella practicing going up and down the neighborhood street a couple of times, and then maybe driving a couple of miles up the road to HEB and/or the pharmacy. We'll see.
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