Fiorella is still in love with the line-up of small pumpkins against the inside wall which are bound to be seen when one opens the front door--and she's added a black paper chain to the door of the piano room too. Ahh, Mrs Ruebright, Fiorella's kndergarten teacher who could make anything out of paper, rides again.
Your girl dropped by her bank today and picked up some vital supplies: nickels, dimes, quarters, and one-dollar bills. Yep, it's hard to flag down the ice-cream girl who drives up an down our neighborhood every afternoon when you don't have cash in hand. (They don't take checks or credit cards.)
Speaking of banks, Fiorella will soon be visiting the first one she signed up with when she came to Austin right after high school. Of course, the bank has grown through the years so she doubts anyone will recognize her unless he/she looks up her records--but you can bet that mouthy Fio will educate him/her as to her tenure!
Sadly, Fio seems to have lost her singing voice. She could barely sing at the practice last night and doesn't think the situation going to get much better, which makes her very unhappy, especially since she had just taken singing up again and even gone to a throat doctor for a little help.
Just watched a show on TV about Trump's build-up to January 6, and it's obvious that he won't get away with anything this time around. Personally, every time Fio thinks of all the people who died because of him, she wants him to get the chair. How different our country would be now if Hillary had been president then.
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