Just because she felt like it, your girl is lying on her bed and having an afternoon feast--two Cokes and half of a big bag of salty potato chips. Ah--memories of her teen-age days, or, more likely (being that her mother was a meticulous housekeeper) early college days.
But why did Fiorella dip back into yesteryear?
Why? Because earlier in the morning, a hired driver had driven her to a physical therapy storefront to get her bad leg pounded and twirled back into shape and then Son L had driven her to the doctor's office to get her blood checked ou--that and then the car wouldn't start up until after Son had called home and then, on reaching home, we learned ants had invaded the whole house will need to be treated. 😞$$$
So, to make a long story short, Fio decided that if the whole house will be treated, she--who was always a such a very nice girl--might as well throw her own little terrible teen party beforehand..
Actually, Fio has been taking some very adult steps lately, like contacting a certain activity center nearby, but she has to admit that she's interested in it not only because of its programs, but because her favorite hamburger shop is so close by that she can s-m-m-m-ell it. 😋😋😊
By the way, your girl is taking up portrait painting again, if she hasn't told you already, and the first thing she's going to do is finish off a painting of her late father-in-law that she started years ago--so long ago that she's having to use a picture of her own late father to fill in some of the problem points. (After all, they were both good men and need to get better acquainted.)
Hmm...just wondering if that activity center would hire on Fiorella to help people set up their own blogs?
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