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Côte d'Or, straight from Belgium. I'd put in a request with Ana's friend Elliot's mom before they went off to visit with family, and they brought some back for me. Yay! I just hugtackled that poor woman. Most of it'll go to Jenn and my mom, though - I love it, but dark chocolate's more their thing than mine, and look, I can apparently order this stuff online. Who the fuck knew? We went over for his birthday, and Ana and Elliot were both so happy (these past few weeks have been nothing but "See Elliot? See Elliot?" for me, interspersed with "I want milk da mommy"), and it was fun.

Especially as we got there late, so the whole crowd wasn't there *that* long. It was a lot easier with only three families. Those cottages at Snug Harbor are quite small, there wasn't really any place to go sit by myself without actually going upstairs, which, at the start, seemed too much antisocial, especially as people nicely ignored that I had my nose in a borrowed book.

And Elliot had a toy tent which I *just* fit into, I found out later, and it's only $10, so I have to pick one up for... um... Ana. No, I lie, that thing's going straight in my room and never coming out.

Ooh, and I want these stamps. And 1000 other things, up to and including world peace (but in a good way, not in a creepy to serve man kinda way).

This is all incoherant. I'm sorry. I'm hopped up on dark chocolate right now.