Friday, September 5, 2014

Nat and Adam

**The previous post about Nat and Adam can be found here.



Placing my messenger bag on the floor, I plop down in my seat.

Taking a drink from my cup of coffee, I inhale the aroma of my white chocolate mocha, savoring the perfect combination of savory and sweet.

Closing my eyes, I take a minute to enjoy this fantastic creation before class begins.

Thank goodness for coffee, for mochas specifically. Mochas are delightful, heavenly even. I love mochas. I think I may marry this mocha I love it so much.

Marry a mocha? I think I have lost my mind.

Smiling to myself, I continue to laugh inside at my own crazy sense of humor.

"With a smile like that, you must be thinking of me," a voice declares.

Opening my eyes, I see Adam sliding into the seat beside me, smiling that lopsided grin of his. He drops his backpack on the floor.

Ignoring his comment, I ask, "What are you doing here?"

Winking at me, he says, "Cute and funny. I like that, Snow Bunny."

I say, "Very funny, Mr. Man-Boy Wonder."

Reaching down and grabbing a notebook and a pen from his backpack, he grins, "I thought so."

Rolling my eyes, I clarify, "No. What are you doing here?" And I gesture to the seat beside me.

Adam says, "I wanted to have the best seat in the room. Which is beside you, Snow Bunny." He stretches his arm around the back of my seat.

Rolling my eyes again, I turn to look at him. He's smiling that lopsided grin of his.

His brown hair is wet and it is curling up at the nape of his neck. He is wearing a hunter green Henley that makes his bright green eyes really stand out. He smells like aftershave, coffee and just...Adam.

DamnDAMN.

This boys is very, very cute.

I can feel my cheeks heat up.

Relying on my trusty companion of sarcasm, I reply, "Wow. That was really good. Did you come up with that just now or have you been working on it all morning?"

Grinning, he says, "All this charm just comes naturally."

Being so absorbed in our conversation, I didn't notice someone approached us until I hear Adam say, "Hello Savannah."

I look up and see Savannah Price standing in front of us. She is wearing a pink cashmere sweater with designer jeans. Her long, blond hair is pulled up in a polished high ponytail.

Savannah smiles, "Hello Adam. It's been a while. How have you been?"

Her eyes dart over to where I am sitting for a quick assessment before returning to Adam. Adam's arm remains draped across the back of my seat.

Adam responds, "Awesome, thanks. How is life treating you Savannah?"

Smiling her megawatt smile, she answers, "Really great. Just focusing on school and cheer-leading."

Adam replies, ""Sounds like you are busy, Savannah."

Grinning coyly, she says, "Very, but I always have time for you, Adam."

Chuckling, Adam says, "Always a pleasure, Savannah."

Wiggling her fingers at us, she turns to walk back to her seat.

"Was that the president of your fan club?," I ask.

Leaning down towards me, he questions, "Would you like to fill the position?"

Making a big show of looking around the room, I reply, "Wow. I'm surprised all these people could fit in here with your ginormous ego."

Tapping me on the nose, he grins, "Your attempt at denial is futile, snow bunny. Cute. But futile."



More Nat and Adam! *Squee.*

Things have been a bit crazy around here with back to school but Nat and Adam are never far from my thoughts. I'll sometimes think of something they will do or say and I'll make a mad dash to write it down before I forget.

I hope you enjoy reading about these two as much as I enjoy writing about them!

Until the next time...

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

A Conversation With My Cleaning Products


Before kids, I was the "Queen of Clean".  

Once a week, I would religiously clean my floors, dust, vacuum, Clorox, etc.  I was the kind of person who made sure the display towels hung side by side at the same length.  

Some might say I was "Anal Retentive".  I prefer "Highly Organized".  (Eh, To-may-toe, To-mah-toe.)

Anyways, I have spoken before about how it is cleaning your house after kids. Below is a recent conversation between myself and my cleaning products.

Me: Hey, how's it going?

Pledge: *Silence.*

Me: Look, I know it's been a while.

Pledge: A while? Try 2 months.

Me: I have been so busy.

Pledge: Really? Not even a little end table?

Me: I mean it's crazy!  I barely have time for the Clorox wipes -

Pledge: Oh...I see. You have time for the Clorox wipes.

Clorox wipes:  Ha ha!  She loves me more.

Me: (To Clorox wipes.) Be quiet!  (To Pledge.) It's not like that.

Pledge: What is it "like"?

Me: *Sigh.* I'll try to do better.

Pledge: Yeah, yeah.



Sassy cleaning products!