You wouldn't believe the amount of time Fiorella spent in the eye-glasses store today, especially after all the time that she'd already spent last week in the doctor's office being tested . But what the heck, it's over now--except for the two-week lense-less wait for the NEW lenses and her hopeful search for her old, OLD plastic glasses that she's lost a wing off of. Er.....did you follow all that?
If your wondering about the latest escapades of Gorgeous George, the beautiful white Persian who's formed an attachment to your girl, as soon as Fio arrived back to the house he lovingly settled down lovingly on Fio's bed, then threw up on it.
With March on its last legs, Fiorella needs to come up with a springtime design for the front of the house. How about running a line of colorful paper flowers across her front room display window? We'll see, we'll see.
Of course, a new spring is also a sign of new life--real life, be it be ideas or babies, both of which Fiorella welcomes. Yes, Fio's new grandson is (sort of) walking now, and Fiorella herself is cautiously reentering the portrait painting game again. Please wish us both well.
IF YOU'RE WONDERING WHAT FIORELLLA IS REALLY THINKING, THIS IS IT!
I'd like to burn a building down
Or shoot somebody from the tower
To make them know that I'm alive
For just one hour--oh, just one hour!
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