EARLY MORNING, Fiorella had caught up with her whirly-gig life and was happy to include you in on the her latest adventures. She was sorting Christmas cards today--hoping, of course, that she'd also get in touch with old friends...and make some new ones in the process.
NOONTIME, Fio's plans began to sagging a little so she decided to look at the luscious salmon she'd bought at H-E-B yesterday. She would have to share it, of course, but there seemed to be enough for your girl to keep a good hunk of her own bounty, especially since no one else seemed to interested in it.
So, as lunchtime approached, she stopped by to check on her lunchtime plans---and discovered that luscious salmon she'd bought in H-E-B yesterday had been cut up, packeted, and put in the freezer.
To make the best of a bad situation, Fiorella, who'd retrieved two of the packets and put them on the kitchen counter to thaw for her lunch had been made to return them back to the fridge. Apparently, those present were concerned that Fio didn't know what she was doing----even though she'd explained that she had cooked and eaten salmon regularly when she'd had her own home. Got all that?
The case will probably have to wait until D-law returns to the house, but Fiorella will stand her ground. She bought the fish itself, and, while she'll probably need help working at the unfamiliar counter--SHE WON'T GIVE UP HER SALMON!!
(Strangely, this fish has sentimental attachments too--Fio's late husband, who loved fish both in a pond and for dinner, was the one who introduced your girl to both of its forms.)
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