Showing posts with label Peeps. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Peeps. Show all posts

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Pre-Easter Scribblings


Fiorella was out tossing rocks across the driveway when one of her neighbors came walking down it with cookies in one hand and an Easter lily in the other, Fio was overwhelmed. Sure, she had delivered a small Easter basket to Neighbor a few days beforehand, but if this was tit for tat, Fio had been solidly out-tatted. Especially since Neighbor also promised Fio a big load of rocks.
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Two of Austin son's dogs got bitten by a snake yesterday, and she prays they are doing well. Thank  you, God, for vets.
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While Minnesota son is talking electronicsand other male mysteries over with Husband today, Fio plans to spirit his wife away to Papi's Pies for a treat.
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Fiorella hasn't been as circumspect as she'd hoped, but her chocolate bunny consumption is way down from preceding years. She's also kept the Peeps in check. But come Easter morning, all bets are off,
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Ah, Easters of the past. Dying eggs the day beforehand, wearing a new dress to church, Easter egg hunts. Will Baby experience these, or are they now out-dated?

Sunday, April 9, 2017

Chocolate, Chocolate, Chocolate

Fiorella is going to have a full house for Easter when Minnesota son and his wife visit.  She's been buying up Peeps and chocolate bunnies over the the past week  for the occasion. She's also stocked up on bags of chocolate kisses for the guys at Click Computer Repair and the Mazda service department. And she's cashed a check ot give out some holiday tips. And she's planning to don her rabbit ears and deliver treats to her neighbors who have helped build her murita de rocas. 

Never say Fio doesn't know how to celebrate a holiday.

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Easter Bunny List

Fiorella expects Peeps, marshmallow eggs, and LOTSA chocolate for Easter, but she's also taping another list to the handle of her pink and purple basket.

Fio wants a maid to keep the house clean and in order, preferably once a week,  And she wants a yardman, ditto.  And an accountant to handle the taxes and take care of the bills.  She also wants a driver, on call at all times, because she herself is erratic behind the wheel.  Oh, and an IT person who could nip her frequent computer problems in the bud.

All of whom would work gratis of course, for the sheer pleasure of Fiorella's company.