Spring has sprung, as they say so at about five, Fiorella put on her somewhat-faded pink straw and picked up her cane, but there was no way she could make it even half-way to the bottom of the cul-de-sac--especially with her long slacks on. Hmmm...maybe she should switch to an evening schedule for the summer....
Pray for your girl: she now has a Jitterbug.Smart 3 and is trying to figure out how to use it, but having to remember a four letter number to get to one's camera working seems to be going overboard. SOB--ALL SHE WANTS TO DO IS LIFT A CUTE FOUR-SQUARE BOX TO HER EYE AND SNAP A FAMILY PICTURE LIKE HER FATHER DID!
Well, to tell the truth, Fiorella has also used a camera to snap pictures of people or events she wanted to paint but who wouldn't stand still or didn't have the time to pose--such as a child--or the family of guinea pigs your girl once had.
Speaking of pets, George, the big white Persian, really has a crush on Fio. He purrs like a rumble truck when he sidles up to her and always greets her with a several good licks on her nose. Hmm--maybe he wants Fio to immortalize him in her blog....💗
Oops, Fiorella accidentally mixed some of son's clothes with hers. It's hard to see what is whose when a certain someone has left some of his stuff in the bottom of the washing machine.
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