How is it that Fiorella can find her purse in a second, but can't find her big blue clod-hopper shoes when she needs them?
Your girl and her driver went to H-E-B this afternoon to buy the grocery store out and chat about the problems of the world. Fio also picked up two pages of stamps because she takes care of a fair number of the bills.
Did Fiorella tell you that daughter-in-law baked Fio TWO nice salmon slices for her yesterday as a surprise? WHOOPEEEEE! This was especially interesting because your girl's mom and dad never ate fish--your girl's late husband was the one who lured her to the glory of salmon. Now if Fio can find her good blue clodhopper shoes.....
This may be one of Fiorella's poems you've heard before, but here goes:
At the Beach
At dawn I walk the ocean's edge
To find my place along the shore
The place where I will sit all day
And sculpt my kingdom made of dreams
Until the evening tide returns
And sink my castle built on sand
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