Welcome Back!

No two ways about it--Fiorella has an ice cream hangover.

Husband raced out and bought the last Blue Bells left on the shelf yesterday afternoon, and one guess what he and Fio had for supper.  Fio ate so much that her teeth started chattering and she had to stand outside on the patio to warm up.  And, needless to say, she also had to supplement her Omeprazole with Zaftac to survive the night.

Oh, but it was worth it!

Happy Birthday, Husband!

Fiorella has established herself as Birthday Lady of her RWA chapter, collecting a list of natal days (day and month only!) so nobody is neglected when she should be celebrated  And Fio observes her own family's birthdays just as assiduously.

When her children were still at home, it was crate paper streamers in loops around the room, a decorated cake, and ice cream.  Thus, when it was time to celebrate Husband's birthday at Daughter's apartment yesterday, Daughter knew just what to do.  Her father walked into birthday streamers, a disgustingly rich chocolate cake, and more ice cream than anyone could eat.  And at home today, on his actual birthday, Fio serenaded him with "Happy Birthday" as he walked down the stairs to see big HAPPY BIRTHDAY letters taped above the fireplace and streamers looped across the bookcases. She'll sing it to him again this evening when she takes him out for a steak dinner.

Yes, Fiorella believes in birthdays.

Food Fads

Fiorella is sick and tired of being told what to eat--what is GOOD for her to eat, to be more exact.  She grew up being told that milk was nature's most perfect food, but later she was told that it was fattening and that adult digestive systems didn't handle it well.  She also learned that chocolate, which she loved, was bad for her.  Coffee too.  And that she should cut down on eggs and bacon and saturated fats in favor of carbohydrates.  Now, all of that has been reversed.

All Fio asks for is that she be left in peace to enjoy her hamburger, fries, and ice cream..