ERATIC COMPLAINING

 

Why is everything going wrong for Fiorella, when all her life, she's tried to do the right thing? 

     She even  made a fool of herself in church this morning when she (1)) kept losing her place in the choir pages and (2) when she couldn't find her purse, which was just where she'd left it. Now, your girl can usually forgive herself her idiocies by heading toward the TV and switching on some clever movie--but  SHE'S USED ALL THE SHOWS UP!

So, now you know--Fio is lonely, lonely, lonely, and, thanks to a bad eye which prohibits her from driving, there's no way for her to zoom around town to visit with her friends--if she has any left after living way up in Georgetown for so many years.

Remember me? The woman who used to pitch her canvas at art shows out in the the open? Maybe you have some of my work on display in your home--or maybe you have a dim memory of me as a PTA president, or one of your college teachers. Yep, Fio was all over the place, doing everything she could to make the world what she thought was a better place. (Okay, she was a writer too, and a major name published two of her hot romances.)

Sorry that Fiorella is being so hectic, but as she said, she's lonely.