AAAAAAAAAAAAACK! Fiorella almost forgot to enter her trials and tribulations of the day onto her blog for you to gawk, enjoy, or shudder at, and the first of her complaints is that she's going to have to travel down to City Hall--or whatever--to get her driver's license renewed even though she doesn't drive anymore. And then there is that (SURPRISE!) half-threatening letter from her mortgage holder even though she has a habit of doubling up the house payment every now and then so she's ahead of the game, But even worse is trying to obtain an insurance card, which every private doctor, etc., seem to expect you to flash before you can waltz through the door.
Guess what? A youngish friend has decided to take up painting and Fiorella would like to think that looking at your girl's studio wall, which is covered with various kinds of paintings and artsy decor, was what inspired her. Hmmm....maybe, as time passes, Fio could set up an active studio. After all, Mrs. Fisher, Fiorella's own teacher, taught oil painting out of her kitchen.
Hoping to hear from my older son again soon. It makes me nerves when he's so silent.
That's about all there is to say today. Will try to be wittier tomorrow.
(Did I tell you I'm considering writing another romance?)
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