Marshmallow Hearts and Chocolate Coal

While getting ready to catch the train to the airport, we learned that our flight is leaving an hour and forty minutes later than scheduled, which gives us some time to relax. So, I thought I’d start off my birthday with some sweet pictures. The Goddess Elena, while in the midst of fighting with Vodafone on our behalf last week, bought us some chocolate. Chocolate-covered marshmallow hearts. I allowed San Geraldo to have one. The rest were mine. (I’m only thinking of him.)

GONE… IN A HEARTBEAT.
Two days ago, San Geraldo returned from the supermarket with a stocking full of coal for me. And it’s not even Christmas! Actually it was an imitation burlap sack with a drawstring tie and it was filled with “carbón de chocolate con leche” (milk chocolate coal). It was light and airy and melted in my mouth like chocolate mousse. I didn’t share. (San Geraldo prefers dark chocolate, anyway.) Besides, there’s his diet to consider. I’m only thinking of him.
NOTE TO THE DOWAGER DUCHESS: I DID NOT SAVE THE EMPTY BURLAP BAG.
(I DON’T CARE WHAT PROJECT YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO USE IT FOR … SOMEDAY.)

Sunday night, we had dinner at Sandpiper. Jessica brought me a birthday dessert — ice cream, bananas, and caramel… with a cherry on top. I ate the dessert all by myself… along with my complimentary Bailey’s Irish Cream… and San Geraldo’s complimentary Bailey’s Irish Cream.

OH, HOW I SUFFER…

So, we’re off. Think of my selflessness as I fly across the ocean with San Geraldo…

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

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