La Chica couldn’t fit all her stuff on the plane when she headed back to college after her semester in Mexico, so we were supposed to pack up a few last items.  And then I recalled her saying that she can’t get “good” chocolate on campus.  So I thought I’d stick some in the mailing tube with the posters.  I had the posters all packed, prepared myself with a plastic zipper-type bag and stopped for the chocolate on the way to the post office. The chocolate bars did not fit in the mailing tube, so I tried to crack them down the middle, but then they didn’t fit in the baggie.  (Yeah, I only brought one with me.)  So I broke the bars up even more, stuffed it all in, threw away the wrappers, and sent it off 2-day delivery.  And didn’t hear all week.  So I asked if she’d opened the tube before leaving it on the heater for the week and her answer still makes me laugh: 

I can’t believe I didn’t call and say thank you!  It was actually way funny — I got the poster roll and was sitting on my bed, and S-A [roommate] was on hers, and I open it and I go “Hmm.  This smells kind of funny…”  And I keep sniffing it.  And S-A is like “Well, what’s it smell like?”  And I sniff again and say “Hm.  Stale chocolate…”  And I’m thinking to myself “Now, did Mom package this while she was in the cupboard, or what?!”  And S-A goes “Well, is there chocolate in it?”  Which just wasn’t a thought which had crossed my mind.  And so then I turn over the tube and out falls some chocolate.  

I gather it didn’t wreck the posters, and she did enjoy eating it.  So that’s good.  

Jennifer

 

Last night our neighbors joined us for dinner. Mom was busy drinking Spanish wine leftover  from the previous night’s guest but here she is last March.