WARNING. IF YOU HAVEN'T YET SEEN TONIGHTS EPISODE OF "THE BACHELOR", BUT PLAN TO...
DO. NOT. READ. ON.
With that out of the way...
Just... can you believe he... omg, for real... did he just... poor girl... I would kill him... SERIOUSLY?! Did anyone else watch After the Final Rose tonight and just want to THROW UP!?!?!?!?! What. A. Jerk. Jerk jerky jerky jerk jerk. CJ says I get way too involved in these stoopid shows, and it's really true, but oh man. I was muttering obscenities at the TV all night. Hope the TV doesn't take it personally. But man... since when does following your heart lead to breaking someone else's on national television. You'd think he of all people would be a leetle bit more kind and compassionate. Jerk jerky jerk jerk. Hmph. And Melissa... bless your cotton socks, girl. You handled it so much better than most of the population would have. The worst thing you called him was a bastard? Class, that's what you have.
Back to real life now, since the only Molly my kids care about is covered in black fur, walks on all fours and can't speak.
Ah... what's better than a bag of Goldfish each, so they don't have to fight over who holds the bag?
They made kissing hands in preschool and gave them to us for Valentines. I started crying when I opened up the "pwesent". (great book, btw, if you haven't read it!)