IS "THREE" THE MAGIC NUMBER?

 Why is it that there are always at least three people in line ahead of your girl when she calls into Walgreens for a prescription refill? And why is it that the magic number never changes and the only way Fio can get through is by whimpering so much that Son L grabs the phone and takes over? And why is it that "NO REFILLS, DOCTOR AUTHORIZATION REQUIRED" is always written in tiny letters towards the bottom of the bottle so that Fiorella misses it, especially over the weekend, when doctors insist on being real people and not taking phone calls even though Fiorella has only three pills left in her bottle?

Speaking of that number, has Fio ever told you that she has THREE adult children? And that, while your girl and her brother missed the mark themselves, both their father and mother had two other siblings? Hmm........

This is sort of embarrassing, but Fio can't play--or even read--most of the music she composed when she was taking a UT music class for fun back in the dark ages. Not that she'd written anything major in major or minor 😜, but being unable to read her own work devastates her. It also challenges her--but does she have the time--or the transportation--to take a class somewhere? Sigh....her world would be so much better if she were younger and had better eyes.

Wouldn't it be wonderful if Fiorella could post pictures on her blog illustrating what she is talking about? On the other hand, it might drive you away. Your girl is...um...not a very good housekeeper.

Daughter-in-law had Hi Lili, Hi Lili, Hi Lo on in the other room and Fio, of course, burst into tears. Wouldn't you?