The Bachelorette spoiler; skip to the next section if you haven’t seen the final show yet.
Ugh. Man, what a travesty. I was no big fan of John Paul (I keep wanting to call him Jean-Paul) because something about his lips kinda creeped me out, but I did feel sorry for the little guy.
But, what the hell? I mean, what the HELL can she possibly be thinking? Like that chick from the audience asked, what the hell is it going to take for Jen to find love? Okay, I know that this show has a stupid premise, because most people can’t meet someone, date him (at the most) once a week for six weeks and know for certain that they’re soulmates – I mean the fact that the couples from this show have such a poor track record should prove that it doesn’t really work.
I wasn’t a big Jerry fan, either – I really liked Ryan and Ben the most, and I think Wendell would be fun to hang out with – but I sure didn’t like seeing him being DUMPED ON NATIONAL TELEVISION. For god’s sake, Jen seemed really convinced that he knew what she was going to say, but he looked a little shell-shocked to me. I mean, I think he was probably RELIEVED, but still taken by surprise.
Why couldn’t she have just taken the ring and then broken up with him quietly later when they were alone? I understand that if there was no spark, there was no spark, but she used that excuse with a bunch of the other guys too, didn’t she? Maybe she’s just not trained to spot a spark when it happens. She’s spark-deficient!
Jerry looked a lot better with the shorter hair, by the way.
Oh, and the whole thing with Ryan’s family and his parents talking about Thailand constantly back when she met his family a few weeks ago? I don’t know if Jen was just trying to be funny, but her snarky “Let’s see, there’s Thailand, and Thailand, and, oh, Thailand!” comment made me want to scoop her eyeballs out with a fork and serve them to her with a nice chianti. She complained that they didn’t really make an effort to get to know her, but THE STREET RUNS BOTH WAYS, LADY!
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Hey, remember two years ago when I put up an assload of reader pet pictures? Well, I’m in the process of moving entries over to Movable Type (it’s going very slowly) and in the interest of saving space I’m deleting those pictures. I’ve already deleted the ones from March 2003, and tonight or tomorrow I’ll be deleting the ones from February.
I just wanted to let y’all know, in case you were wondering where they went.
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From my comments:
AND! This is bugging the shit outta me! I run Windows 2000…WHY when I load your page, when it starts to load the right hand column, I get this error message: A Runtime Error has occurred. Do you wish to Debug? Line:1 Error: Syntax Error.
I have NO clue. Does anyone else have this problem? Anyone know what might be causing it?
Okay, here’s what I’ve never understood about nightgown wearers…doesn’t that thing ride up to your armpits whilst you sleep? I used to wear gowns as a child and I can remember waking up with a sweaty upper-body and cold legs. Now I sleep in an old tshirt and flannel boxers every night and I’m quite comfy. Don’t you get cold too? Wearing a gown around the house…the air just blows right on up through your legs! I do have to agree with you on sizing, you want pjs that are a few sizes too big…so comfy.
I never have a problem with my nightgown riding up to my armpits… because I sleep nekkid! 🙂 I put the nightgown on every night around 9, when I’m getting ready for bed, then wear it ’til 11 or 12, when I toss it on the floor and go to sleep. I wear it for a little while in the morning if I have to do some chores before I go work out, and then I put it on for a few minutes after my shower. Most of the time that I’m wearing it I’m upstairs, and I don’t get cold because the second floor of our house is about ten degrees warmer than the first floor.
I will occasionally wear something to sleep in – like when the spud and I were in Hawaii last year and I didn’t want her to see me nekkid and be blinded for life – but I never sleep as well as I do when I’m not wearing anything at all.
Hey, on the catnip subject, have you ever tried giving them valerian? (You can get it at places that sell herbs.) It smells a little bit like socks, but man, do the cats ever love it. Even Lena, who turns her nose up at catnip, gets all stoned on that stuff.
We do have a bottle of Valerian somewhere – or at least, we used to. We don’t use it much because it smells awful and all the cats like catnip, but every now and then we’ll get it out. It’s been a while, though – I’ll have to see if we still have it.
Know what else gets some cats high? Lily bulbs! They’re poisonous to cats, so you can let them have direct access, but I put a lily bulb in a small plastic container last year, and Mister Boogers would get totally, completely looped. It was hysterical, but the other cats weren’t interested at ALL.
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My lord, have you seen the latest Shania Twain video? I think the song is called “Don’t”. In the song, Shania is wearing a dress that showcases her breasts – she has spectacular breasts, by the way, in case you’ve never seen her.
Anyway, at one point in the video she’s wearing her breast-showcasing dress and is on a horse, and the horse is at a full trot or gallop or whatever (I don’t know what you’d call it) and Shania’s breasts are bouncing so hard that it makes my own breasts ache.
Bouncing like that just can’t be a good thing.
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I’ve taken to occasionally drinking a cup of peppermint tea lately – I think I heard about it over at
The Fat Diaries, and it sounded kind of good, so I thought I’d give it a try. I bought a box and it sat in the pantry for a few months, and then finally I decided to see if it was as good as it sounded.
With a lot of Splenda, it tastes exactly like one of those red-and-white peppermint candies, so on days (like today!) when I’m freezing, I brew up a nice, warm cup of tea and drink it.
The other day I thought for sure that my breath must smell really good, so I said to Fred “Hey, does my breath smell all minty?”, and blew a breath into his face.
He sniffed, thought for a moment, sniffed again, and said “It kind of smells like pot.”
Oh.
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“Yes, I’m laying in the bed that Miz Poo has claimed as her own. She wasn’t here, so I’m laying in it. And I ain’t moving. She can smack and hiss at me all she wants, but I’m not going ANYWHERE.” (And he didn’t. You can imagine how pissed off Miz Poo was, and she hissed and smacked at him, and he just gave her this look and refused to move.)
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