Fiorella is running late today, and you probably won't be reading this post till tomorrow because she spent the morning preparing the house for its new occupents and the afternoon and evening preparing to move out, to be capped in the evening when her TV abruptly clicked off before she could learn who the killer was in the Midsomer Mystery she was watching as she wrapped her mother's china for transport.
Your girl played around with the TV controls a little herself, then contacted Son L, but the TV held its ground so Fio will enlist Neighbor Michael's help tomorrow--if he is available. Of course, it may be that the sixteen-year-old SamSung has run its course.
Fiorella feels odd walking around without a DUMP TRUMP button attached to her shirt so she's trying to come up with a button more suitable to the new regime. Will keep you informed.
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