the power of skor

I was never sure about the doorbells and sleighbells and schnitzel with noodles. But Maria was definitely onto something when she named brown paper packages tied up with string as one of her favoutite things.
I have been shuttered away at home, groaning inwardly (and sometimes a little outwardly), missing out on fun stuff and considering my potential to overdose on cough medicine. The arrival of a little package for me (me!) from a sparkling, far-away friend delivered a dose of buck.me.up that I am convinced cannot be found anywhere other than within personally.addressed.parcels.of.joy.
Even more thrilling than the receiving were the actual contents. A card splashed with love, a beautiful bookmark and chocolate. And not just any chocolate. A bar so brilliant, I can only be grateful that I do not live where they are sold.
Tucked up in bed with a trashy novel and Skor beside me, I was Back in Action.