Popcorn!

The new popcorn popper arrived yesterday.  Fiorella and Husband hadn't been able to indulge in their usual Saturday night sit-on-the-couch-and-eat-popcorn-together fest for about a month, ever since the plastic dome on top of their old popper cracked, but Fio found an identical machine on line and it is now sitting in glory on her kitchen island.

Mmm-mmm!  Nothing like sharing a plastic dome full of popcorn with your sweetie on Saturday night!

Ol' Weirdo Fiorella

Fiorella personifies everything.  She even feels pangs of guilt about tossing rocks back into the driveway that just aren't quite pretty enough to add to her collection. She regards old, too-large clothes as long-time friends and cannot bring herself to winnow them from her wardrobe.  She apologizes to table legs for bumping into them.  She eats every kernel of popcorn because so it won't die unappreciated. 

Maybe she hung around her friends from India too long.  Or maybe its just ol' weird Fio.