SOMETHING OF A LOAD TODAY

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How did we ever exist without without paper towels? And air conditioners? And televisions? And now, how could could we ever exist without them?

Fiorella has been thinking about the Earth--which is way too crowded right now due to the marvels of modern medicine--and there will be many more Earthlings to come....so what will we do? Encourage worldwide battles (via Hitler) to discover the "fittest?" Will we have a certain date by which older people are executed to make room for the newborn? How about spreading some kind of awful disease? Think about it!

Remember when Fio was griping about the newspaper? Well, just now, Son L has delivered two to her face.....and she had already picked up the same delivery this morning. Apparently, 'tis the season to overdo the delivery in hopes your girl will deliver big on Christmas morning.

By the way, if anyone is reading, Fiorella needs more shorts. She accidentally shrank her nice two-year-old pairs and has to make due with her OLD, OLD ones--not that anyone looks at her jeans anymore, but she's dropped a few smudges of paint on them too.

For some unknown reason, over breakfast this morning, Fiorella started thinking about two very good friends over breakfast. We were all in college and working part-time at Sears Roebuck, which apparently doesn't exist anymore (at least in Austin). We stayed in touch for a while after our Sears sojourn, but then, as things go, drifted apart, and Fio is probably the only one of left. 

But their distant memories bring her a pang of joy and she cries. 

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GERMAN:   

strong.... stark

weak.... schwach

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Rafe unfolded himself from the wicker lawn chair and waited for Moira and her sister to come up the walk.

Don't rush it, cowboy. She's got her sister with her. Don't rush it. Pretend  pretend  you've come out to sit on the patio and enjoy the cool weather.  Don't let on  you've been wearing out your watch looking to see how many more minutes it would be till they arrived. 

 A hood of heat swept through him as he watched Moira come up the flagstone walk. She are her sister were both carrying broad-brimmed hats, but while Astrid was dressed in jeans and something that looked like an old hoodie, Moira had on a rose-colored, figure hugging western style shirt and jeans that were tight enough to show  off her per little bottom.

Rafe smiled. No  Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles this time around....

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