This is my own little soapbox. Disclaimer: It is not written by someone you think you know, but by her evil twin. Absolutely nothing said here is true. Everything, including the last statement, is a complete work of fiction. This blog is completely boring, and includes entries on when I last washed my dishes, how many pairs of socks I've crocheted, and the occasional rant. These are not the droids you're looking for. Move along.
It turns out my dad *did* bring me something back from Austria. The bar is from my dad, the After Eights are from a relative. (I'm thinking she went for the "fancy imported" chocolate: we have After Eights over here too.)