Missing Chocolate!

Remember that 30-something pounds of chocolate I lugged to America for other people? About half of it got lost. That's right, my mom started worrying about where it was when she found out people were coming to get it. I found it hilariously ironic and laughed and laughed. She wanted to replace it, but I said just to tell them she'd send it when it turned up.

Well, it showed up. In the very first place I asked her about that she thought she'd already checked. And, luckily, she found it before they arrived. Sweet. Literally.