Remember when Fiorella packed away her tongs and pokers as she bade a sad farewell to the fireplace? Well, she spoke--and packed--too soon because here it is in mid-November, and she still isn't moved out. Her three-car-garage is two-thirds full of cardboard boxes and all the minor blemishes have been repaired or replaced, but your girl is only half-way through burning all the trash wood, the front yard landscaping has been eaten by deer, the balcony do-over is still to do, and she hasn't traded in her two old cars for a younger model.
Shame on Trump! He's gotten her so worried about his attempt to steal the election that she's become a news junkie!
Pray for Fio. She's trying to kick the chocolate habit cold turkey. The last time she put herself on shut-down was the day before Trump claimed that he had won the election. The next day, she was gobbling chocolate down like...well...candy.
Darn! You didn't pray hard enough because about noon, your girl drove down the road to a gas station and bought five dollars worth of chocolate.
Circling back to the beginning, Fiorella has now carried enough trash wood inside for another fire, which should make her realtor happy. Apparently, the less stray wood around, the better.
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