Hi there. Those of you on the East Coast or some other continent might not be reading this on Tuesday. But I have an explanation so hear me out.
My computer is being overworked. I realize this. The rainbow (Mac users know what I’m talking about) has been making appearances way too often and my fan has been coming on way too much and sometimes I have to wait for it to catch up to me. According to the hubby, I am a POWER USER. I said, “Powerful? I know.” He said, “No, a POWER user. You need a new computer.” I said, “Nooooo, we just bought a stupid freaking water heater so no.” Nope. It’s not time yet.
So I took my computer (a MacBook Pro, otherwise known as the other love of my life. The first one being Tivo, obviously.) to school and I used the POWER out of it so it ran out of battery. And when I plugged it into the charger, nothing happened.
So I tried a different outlet.
So I tried a different different outlet.
I told Mac to rest and we would try later.
I remained calm through all of this which is not my natural inclination. At all. But I was too busy doing school stuff, mainly sweating and peeing and running to and fro as I got ready for the first day which is tomorrow.
And then it hit me.
Talk About It Tuesday! How will I blog about The Bachelorette if I don’t have a computer tonight? I said to my teammates, “I have to blog about The Bachelorette!”
They said, “Do you want to go over what we’re doing with the kids tomorrow?”
I said, “Are you crazy? I don’t know what I’m going to do!” in a slightly maniacal high pitched voice.
When I got home, I plugged it into the charger that I keep in an outlet in our kitchen island. KITCHEN ISLAND. So fancy.
Mac woke right up. Hallelujah. But hubby thought I should let him rest and come to his senses so I did, and then I had a nice cuddle with Murphie, and then I ate (spaghetti and salad), and then I made a friend some flags (I am taking pictures soon), and then I printed my lesson plans, and then I had some m&m’s, and finally now here we are.
Okay. Executive Decision Time.
Due to the nature of school starting tomorrow (I am seriously a little sick at the thought because I don’t think I remember how to wrangle 30 little hoodlums into submission to make them do what I want), I was doing fortyfiftyonethousand different things last night while watching the 3 hour episode and throwing in a little Orange County Housewives to boot. (PS, just so you know, you can put your feet up on my couch any time. Murphie might lick them, but feel free.)
Well, because of all that, I didn’t take notes as I usually do. But I decided it was okay. Instead, I wrote words. Here’s pretty much the first one hour and forty-five minutes of the show:
Desiree wears half shirts. When I see her flat stomach, I don’t feel sorry for her at all.
She broke up with Drew. Poor Drew. Poor sweet, baby-faced Drew.
Chris came on the scene next.
He met her parents. He asked for her hand in marriage.
Even Des’ crazy brother gave his approval. Huh.
Des cried some more. She felt bad that she wasted time not loving Chris because of Brooks.
Up until this point, I was certain, absolutely certain that Brooks was going to show up.
But he didn’t.
Shocking, I tell you.
So there you go. Desiree is engaged to Chris. And Chris is just fine being the Rebound Boy even though he doesn’t think of himself as the Rebound Boy. Huh. Well. He’s a better man than I. Or woman. Or person.
I’m just saying I wouldn’t be able to play second fiddle. Well, except that one time when my hubby dated my friend first . . . so with the exception of that, I just wouldn’t be able to be second choice. I mean, who does that? Besides yours truly, really, who?
The After The Rose Ceremony was okay.
Brooks cut his hair a little. He still doesn’t love Des. And he’s still not a fave of mine.
Drew looked as adorable as ever – and was just as nice as ever.
Chris and Desiree kissed a lot. And Chris had to read another poem. I don’t get that, quite honestly. He wrote the poem. We should be the ones getting to read it. But, oh no. He has to do everything. I know Des wanted an “expressive” partner, but I’m telling you right now, I’m a little sick of Chris’ preferred form of expression. If I was dating him, there might come a time in which I would take one of his poems, roll it up, smack him upside the head with it, and tell him to CUT IT OUT ALREADY, I’M OVER THE DANG POEMS, GET ME SOME SEE’S CANDY, ALREADY!
So, apparently, they’re in love, and Desiree is moving to Seattle. Wow.
But the very best part of this whole season (and I’m stealing this line from one of the tweets at the bottom of my TV screen), was