EEK--there's no hope for Fiorella! Yesterday evening, Son L told her that a physical therapist will drop in today between 1:00 and 3:00 today. (Your girl will appreciate the company, but cringes at the thought of being checked out for all her bad habits. Hmmm...where can Fio hide the chocolate?)
On the other hand, maybe her visitor will be able to point out a way for your girl to get treatment for her (achoo!) crackling voice, runny nose, and burning throat, which are driving her CRAZY! Fio will report in to you later in the day---if the therapist shows....
YEAH! The therapist came, but all she checked out was your girl's stupid left knee, which is pretty well heeled by now. Fio's current problems are her eyes, nose, and throat!
Fiorella took her daily walk down to the cul-de-sac today and the weather was w-a-y too warm. Your girl's going to have to wait till evening to survey the territory or leave earlier in the day!
Did your girl tell you that when a phone rang the other morning, she reached for her remote? Bet Fio's not the first one!
And Fiorella asks again "WHERE ARE THE ALL THE NICE JEWISH LADIES WHO CARTED YOUR GIRL AROUND ALONG WITH THEIR OWN DAUGHTERS TO MOVIES, SEWING CLASSES, PAINTING CLASSES, MOVIES, SWIM LESSON'S, ETC? WHERE DID ALL THOSE LOVELY LADIES DISAPPEAR TO?
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