Newlyweds: Season 1: Disc 1 = 3/10. I know I have no excuse for this poor behavior. I was curious long before the separation. Even though this "reality" show is but a snippet of what their life was really like, I can say that this is not the ideal relationship. But I have an almost* perfect relationship now.
I took the mentee to Utica Square tonight to see the Christmas lights and the lame Nutcracker story they have. I told her that they also had a Santa house. Though she might feel too old to do the whole "sit on Santa's lap and tell him what you want for Christmas" thing, she was persuaded when I told her they give you a free cookie to anyone who goes in there. That's my kind of girl!
My mentee had NEVER GONE TO SEE SANTA BEFORE!!!!! Not that there's anything particularly wrong with that, I guess. I think I have a picture of me sitting on or near Santa's lap from darn near every year of my life. Why should this year be any different?
So, we're in there and the mentee is done telling him what she wants. I take her picture. She gets up and gets her snickerdoodle. As she opens the door to leave, Santa says to me "well, don't you want to sit down and tell me what you want, too?" In the spirit of Christmas, sure. So, I sit down on the stool beside Santa and proceed to tell him what I want for Christmas. (See Doug, you could just ask Santa! Or Brandi, I guess). Brandi is ready with the camera for Rachel Santa Lap, Version 24.0. I lean over to take the picture when Santa says, "No, you have to sit here on my lap for a picture." I said, "Um, I'm ok right here." Santa says, "Nonsense, sit on Santa's lap." Aww, crap. I mean, I have my mentee with me. And he is Santa. So, I decide to fulfill Santa's seemingly naughty request and sit on his lap:
I did NOT notice his left hand during this process. Sneaky Santa!
We walked around a bit and then went to Starbucks, something else she'd yet to experience. I told her that I thought she would like something that had little to no coffee in it, but when we got to the counter she ordered a cappucino. I told her it would be nothing like what Quik Trip sells (sweet stuff), but no one ever listens to me. Eight packages of Sugar in the Raw later (see pic below for pile) and she's slurping away. One of my little Rachelisms: when I go to a place (e.g., Starbucks, manicures, etc.) that asks for my name, I always tell them a stupid or funny name. But it has to be believable. I can't go calling myself Candle or anything. Tonight, I was Matilda.
Or apparently MUtilda.
*Do not freak out about that. Almost here means I want to see you more than I do. Four times/ week just isn't enough.