Sunday morning, I walked into the den and realized that Santi had had the delivery guys stack the new doors against the bookcase. Actually, that wasn't really the realization; I had been there. The realization was that my three bags of chocolate were on a shelf behind those doors.
Panic attack! How would I get to my chocolates?!?
I moved a roll of insulation and discovered that I could fit my hand in the angle behind the doors and reach my chocolates. No more panic attack.
San Geraldo, who has been hiding in his office ever since everything was delivered, found it ironic that I was completely calm about the mess and the renovations until I thought I had lost access to my chocolate.
I don't know why that's so difficult to comprehend.
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| SNIFFING OUT MY TRUFFLES (LIKE THE TRUFFLE-SNIFFING PIG THAT I AM). |
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| WHAT REALLY MATTERS. |
PHEW! You found/sniffed them!
ReplyDeleteRenovations can be very stressful but as long as one has their chocolate, heck, all is well!!
Jim:
DeleteJerry needs more than chocolate.
1. I thought that we were the only ones getting new doors and that being in Spain meant no more hassles with renovations
ReplyDelete2. I love my chocolates too, but must indulge with restraint; just knowing I have a stash in the chocolate jar is security enough and can go days without dipping in.
3. I am really envious of you guys because you only worry about chocolate and don't have to listen to the Donald and his idiotic rantings day in and day out and worry about who will be president.
Frank:
DeleteWe're planning to stay here a good long time and these renovations will make a HUGE difference. Days without dipping into chocolate? You're my hero! Oh, we're still American and still keep track Drumpf and all the other hateful idiots. But, at least we don't have to see it and hear it on TV constantly.
I find it important to have chocolates in at least three rooms in the apartment, just in case an earthquake collapses the walls or ceiling one of the rooms.
ReplyDeleteMichael:
DeleteI hadn't really thought of that. And we had another earthquake off the northern coast of Africa early this morning. Thanks for the warning.
Carlos would have eaten through the doors to get to his chocolate!
ReplyDeleteYou, at least, were civil about the whole thing ... minus the panic attack!
Bob:
DeleteIf chocolates hadn't been easily reached, I would have eaten through the doors, too.
You had me worried for a minute; so glad you retrieved the chocolate without sustaining any bodily and only a transient moment of emotional harm.
ReplyDeleteWilma:
DeleteMy heart was momentarily in my throat, especially since once bag of unwrapped truffles was already open. I had to eat them while they were still fresh.
Now I'm wondering...if your hand with the chocolates in them had been too large to get back out of the slot, would you have been able to let them go? If not, we all now know how to trap a Mitch. :)
ReplyDeleteI must try those eggs! I didn't know Ferrero made them!
Michelle:
DeleteNo, I wouldn't have been able to let them go. I think those Ferrero eggs are new. Oh my god! SOOOOOO good (and gone).
It's quite possible that you have an even greater sweet tooth than I do.
ReplyDeleteStephen:
DeleteI can go days without chocolate, but there are days when I can't even go minutes without chocolate.
How on earth did the chocolate last so long? Mitchell, you're slacking off!
ReplyDeleteCranky:
DeleteRemember, I received them before the colonoscopy. I then needed time for my digestive system to return to normal before inhaling chocolates. But I made up for lost time.
delicious sweet
ReplyDeleteGosia:
DeleteIf you can find Ferrero chocolate eggs for your Easter baskets, I highly recommend them.
HELL YEAH the chocolate is more important! I lurve the fact that you can walk out on your balcony and see water and palm trees.
ReplyDeleteanne marie:
DeleteIt's an amazing location and, even better, we can listen to the surf while we're in the house. Bliss.
Oooooooh, man, those look goooodisssimo!
ReplyDeleteJudy:
DeleteFerrero chocolate eggs! ¡Mucho goodisimo!
Lesson to be learned here: "DO NOT get between Mitchell and his chocolates". They say necessity is the mother of invention, but I think it's really chocolate that should get the credit. Hugs to you and San Geraldo.
ReplyDeleteJo:
DeleteI love it. My new philosophy (as Sally said in "You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown"), "Chocolate is the mother of invention."
That last photo is just food pornography (and yes, while I wouldn't be able to define it, I KNOW IT when I see it)!
ReplyDeleteI am having indescribable fantasies about the Sicilian Lemon Mousse.
Will:
DeleteInterestingly, the lemon chocolates are my least favourite. If you lived closer, you could have them.
Mitchell, Mitchell, Mitchell, you're my kind of peeps. But peeps are horrid. That chocolate, on the other hand, looks divine. But I bet it's all gone now. Isn't it? Fess up!
ReplyDeleteI'm sure San Geraldo is a nice guy, but clearly, you are the brains of the duo.
Robyn:
DeleteThere are three lemon mousse truffles left. I'm not a big fan of those. San Geraldo just has very different (inferior) priorities.
Priorities, man!
ReplyDeleteMs. Sparrow:
DeleteAbsolutely. Setting priorities is a sign of maturity, I think. First order of business Wednesday morning: Buy more chocolate.