After getting Boy Jots off to school, Jots took a little nap. Viral meningitis would be bad enough without a certain reptile-eater dragging her all over and forcing cupcakes and chocolate cake shots on her. She and I (and Girl Jots) then headed to a gorgeous French café to meet up with her mama and stepdaddy, who treated us to croque monsieur, moules frites, and sorbet. Really lovely restaurant and I was cursing myself for not bringing my camera, as it looked exactly like the kind of place you’d find an absinthe drinker. Her parents are heaps of fun to be with, and even if I didn’t adore Jots, I’d be trying to figure out how to get back just to visit them.
Walked over to another chocolate shop to compare with the Williamsburg one. Picked up a little sumpin’ for the road, well, airtrip, then went back home to finish packing and get ready for the return trip.
Wait, you mean I have to leave? Girl Jots carefully explained to me that if my house broke down, I (and my husband and four kids) could come live in their guestroom. I so know where I’m heading next time a Hurricane forces an evacuation.
Drove to the airport and as soon as I stepped out of the car, tears started rolling. I began apologizing, but then realized I was effectively looking in a mirror. Well, we are twins. Weeping and hugging, we said goodbye. “And now we can tell them,” said Jots, “You really can find true love on the Internet!”
That was a helluva good anniversary present, Husband.