Oh Toooommmmm, where are you? I'm blogging from the third floor. Come visit me. Rachel's here too. It's a party.

Rachel just took out a book about coffee and smelled it. "Does it smell like coffee?" I asked her.
"Nope," she said, as she smelled it again and proceeded ask me if I couldn't just smell it anyway, cause there are coffee beans on the book.

"No, it's in the air! Don't you smell it in the air?!" she just said, and smacked me twice.

Ahh, a third time. That was more of a push, though.

Oh Rachel, I love you.