Chapos!

New year. Stuck at digz because I do not want to stop a bullet. Or discover whether my skull can withstand a sturdy metal rod swung by some angry fellow.
Now, I have very few visitors. It must be cause of my warm, rosy nature. Mostly its my friend, the "ash", a.k.a Matejivu, who lives down one floor. Or my cousin.
Knock knock on the door.
I always shout in jest,...whats your name and what do you want? Assuming its my pal or my cousin.
The door is open and these two usually never hesitate to enter first and make a brief rap on the door as they pass it. However, whoever was at the door was not coming in:
So I get the door and a nice lady is standing there with this:
A plate of chapos.
My name is Michelle and I am positive you can't make chapos so I made some for you. Happy new year.

I was lost for words.
Thank you Michelle.

I feel lucky 2008.