Fiorella usually doesn't have time to do what she WANTS to do because she's always doing what she NEEDS to do, but right now, she's halfway-on, halfway-off her bed, waiting for her driver to pick her up for their weekly visit to H-E-B, the grocery store that practically owns Texas. In fact, there are rumors that some of these fabulous stores have crept across the line to a couple of border states--but Fio would guess that they are just rogue stores that couldn't quite touch the line that Ma Butt drew when she walked into her very own store.
Speaking of.... your girl personally knows of two worthy women who set up a little shop in a small Pennsylvania town to supply things like butter or whoostershire souce that their neighbors might otherwise have had to drive into town for other. The ladies got away with if for a couple of years, but after a complaint, the State closed them down. How does Fio know about all this? Because whenever her family visited Dad's childhood home, Auntie would end up sending your girl across the yard to their neighbor's side door for salt or something else we weren't supposed to talk about it.
An entirely different topic: Regarding those new reading glasses that Fiorella is hankering for, she wonders if since she was born with blue eyes which later turned gray and are now greenish, is there any chance she's going to end up with eyes of red? 😍
Please forgive Fio for such a short blog today. She's tired.😓
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment