The Astounding Nikki, who I fear shall be an expat forever more, always sends me astounding things. Sometimes those astounding things are made of chocolate, a medium I hold in very high esteem. Delicious esteem, you might say. The local climate, however, is less... uh... respectful.
|stock photo of the delicious and delightful "Happy Egg" of Great Britain that Nikki so thoughtfully sent me|
|aftermath of mailing a Happy Egg to the Arizona desert|
For this and all other delights you send me, Astounding Nikki, please accept my sincere gratitude. I am without the means to thank you properly unless you should need a kidney someday. c: