What a wonderful thing to have a friend from across the waters who's kind enough to give Fiorella a call! And even better, the two of us were able to start talking right where we left off about a year ago, when, for some unknown reason, the national security systems of both our countries....or maybe a dastardly Russian scheme against womanhood..... tore Fio and her friend apart.
To tell the truth, both of our lives have moved forward, but neither of us have veered from our core values, which means we're still family oriented and have oodles of hilarious stories to tell.
That's one of the things Fio likes about women, that most of us are born to laugh because (let's face it) pushing around a two-ton canon--or even a ten-pound lawn mower--just isn't our style. But seduction is, along with good food, a happy face, and making everyone comfortable.
Your girl has no idea why she's gone off kilter and talking nonsense right now except that she's not happy with one of her doctors forgetting to tell the pharmacy to lay off a certain pill that she is NOT supposed to take--and at herself for not recognizing it until after approximately fifty of the little darlings had ended up in her plastic pill box. Thank goodness, Fio hadn't swallowed any of them, but guess who's already paid for them them.
Has Fiorella told you that she's started planning a manger scene for the house's front window? It's going to be difficult because the panes haven't been washed for years and she'll probably have to do all the work inside, then hire a neighbor kid to fasten all her masterpieces in place. As always...pray for Forella.
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