CATCHING UP

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Forgive Fiorella, she is in a mess as to keeping her numbers straight, which means that today is actually "8."  She'll blame it all her television (or whatever they're called) if they're hitched to the wall.

For some reason--maybe a mischievous imp--your girl is having problems writing a blog today.  Maybe all will clear when Fio (AT LAST!) gets a ride to her church next Sunday. Now to figure out what to wear....

Back to Halloween, Fio has some cute cut-out of cats, witches, and pumpkins etc, that she made last year, but she doesn't remember if she packed them away in her room somewhere, in the garage, or piled them together with the rest of the families' loot in the attic. (Son L is also an artist.)

Something very wonderful happened over the past week. Your girl had sent a nice check for Son K's birthday to him, but then got very agitated at the postoffice when he didn't receive it in what she thought was a reasonable amount of time and started investigating. As it turned out, mail travels around a lot slower than your girl thought and (whew) now all is well on both sides of the check.    

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Fio couldn't resist this one:

                  die Kopfschmerzen........headache

                  der Kopf ........................head

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 Rafe introduced everyone rapid-fire . "Moira, come meet Great Uncle Tiny, Uncle Tom, Aunt Miriam, Cousin Miriam, Cousin Julie, Cousin Helen,  Cousin Tom,  and Cousin John. The young-un is Cousin Ryan." Moira nodded and smiled, but for once, her magic could couldn't process so many names and faces at once, especially since each and everyone of them was dresses as as a vampire.

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TinyfifirefiOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Rafe