RREALITY

 The blog that was published today was the one that Fiorella wrote yesterday. To top it off, her newspaper didn't show up. Obviously, the kings of the modern world--the computer magnates--are playing around with her again.

Hold your hands over your ears because Fio is going to be practicing her new choir's Christmas songs this afternoon. She's sung most of them before--YEARS before--and isn't sure she still has the touch. Well, it's actually the lungs she's worried about.

Meanwhile, one of the house cats is expressing her love for your girl by purring loudly and trying to lick her nose (Fio looked it up). It's nice to have an approving audience because, as you can tell,  Fiorella is down in the dumps. She's almost out of food and has missed an appointment at her doctor's office so there's nothing to do but watch Soap Dish for the umpteenth time. After all, Maggy survived so maybe Fio can too.

Oops--the cat adjusted the remote to another show while Fiorella was looking at the new kindergarten picture of her granddaughter that Son L was displaying. Jealousy?

Sigh...all in all, there's nothing for your girl to do but (1) call the doctor's office and try to get another appointment, (2) practice the Christmas music like it's the end of the world, and (3) hitch up her belt and dine on apples and chocolate bars until someone visits HEB again. (PS: Son L took Fio out for a hamburger later.)