It’s back. Almost all of you that commented said for me to continue Talking About It on Tuesdays with the exception of a couple who said they like my blog but scroll past these posts.
I get that. My own mother does that.
At any rate, let’s start TALKING!
Oh My Word.
The Bachelor was on for THREE HOURS last night.
This will be a long post and it’s not my fault.
First and foremost, I would like to say that I do not consider myself a part of Bachelor Nation. I think of myself as more of a Bachelor Nation Is Way Too Young Of A Crowd For Me And So I Just Watch Because I’m Too Tired To Change The Channel type of person.
And I was not at a viewing party unless you count my wine, See’s candy, pjs, pillow, blanket, and Murphie a party. And, let’s face it, you all know I count that as a party.
I do have to say that Prince Farming (I wish I could have come up with that nickname on my own because that is pure genius) is way cuter than I remembered.
He is normal. His family is normal.
But he is a farmer. In a small town. In Iowa. So these girls better be ready to move to Podunk City. And hear phrases such as these:
The previews for this season showed a lot of crying. And by crying, I mean hyperventilating, sitting on curbs, and lying down with oxygen type of crying. And that was just one girl that I could see.
There also appears to be a scene with a tent and a girl and Chris and a lot of apologizing and I don’t trust you stuff going on . . .
So hold onto your dignity because I think it just might live up to being THE MOST DRAMATIC SEASON EVER.
Or maybe not.
One can never tell until one sees more. Look! More numbers! Whoever said I don’t blog about enough teaching stuff was way off the mark, if you ask me.
What did you think of the episode that lasted forever and a day?