It's a new day, but Fiorella is still breathing deep from yesterday. Let's face it--she s not built for a two-hour walk around a neighborhood blazing with unearthly creatures and boom boxes, so maybe this wasn't the best way to get to know anyone.
Halloween used to be for children--no adults involved except to hand over the sweets. We worked in packs, as Fio remembers, and had a great time of it. There were very few "tricks"involved because according to code, the only houses we went to were the ones with their indicative front door lights on. But now, from what your girl has seen, Halloween has been kidnapped by semi-adults who once a year gather up everything they can find that looks ghoulish and makes horrendous noises and plant it on their front yards. Fiorella is not amused.
On the other hand, your girl is quite pleased with the little HALL-O-WEEN greeting she pulled together to welcome anyone who came to the front door. She's wrapped it up now, but is already planning how to improve on it next year.
Guess what! Fio might have scored a hit regarding her attendance at the outdoor choir practice because when she called the church and explained her situation, the secretary (?) said she could probably find someone who would help your girl. In the meantime, get out your ear plugs because Fiorella has been practicing her high E.
Apparently my neurologist is now qualified (or whatever) to administer Botox, and you can bet your girl will be first in line. Her forehead looks like a rain drain.
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