From Goldie to Pumpkins to Organization German to WHERE THE HEART LEAVES!

 OMG! Fiorella is way, way behind in the entertainment world: actress Goldie Hawn, whom she has just discovered, died a while back. That shows how out of touch a person can get when she doesn't keep up with the rest of the world! (Were all those long cigarettes her Goldie smoked in her movies the cause?) OOPS! Somebody in now telling your girl that her favorite actress is still alive. Hmm, may have to wait a while to unravel the story.

Fiorella is in the house alone today, and it feels weird, but what the heck? Pumpkin time is coming! (Now where did your girl stash away the cute Halloween cut-outs that she made last year?)

Well, since she can't find last year's Halloween cuties, how about gathering all her scattered notes and organize them into readable lists by names, phone numbers, addresses, and birthdays? 

Half an hour later and that didn't work either.....

Now that it's near eventide and everyone but Fio is having a great time at Daughter-in-Law's place about half an hour away, while your girl is packing away her art colors and, pallet in hand, checking what's available on the remote.

Half an hour later and again, and Fiorella has decided to give up, even though the cat has decided to her nose a bath.

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Ict kann nicht meine bida hosa holen--(or something like that)--which is is something my muter taught me....

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Good morning Glory!

Rafe came into the room with a broad smile on his face and the remains of her clothes on his arm. The skirt and her panties would be goners, she knew, but Astrid's blouse, her bra, and the flemenco shoes seem to have survived. He deposited everything on a chair across the room and came over to kiss her forehead. 

He hadn't shaved yet, and he hadn't bothered with a shirt or shoes either. His jeans rode low on his hips, and he was looking at her like she was breakfast.

Excitement percolated under her skin.  Even on the morning after in the bright light of day, when she should be recovering her right mind, she still wanted him. Rafe McAllister was plain and simple, the sexiest man alive......

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