We've got 9 weeks to go until Ashley Hebert kicks off the season premiere of The Bachelorette. Which means that right now, somewhere in the world, Ashley is taking some guy in a helicopter on some fantasy date while the rest of the guys back at the Malibu mansion are drinking beers and doing cannon balls into the pool (that's if they allow the guys to live in the mansion).
Back in the real world, The Husband and I are trying to figure out what on earth to do with ourselves on Monday nights. Ok, correction - he has already happily moved on and is playing basketball tonight. In fact, he was thrilled that his wife wasn't forcing him to watch another episode of emotionally unstable women battle it out for Brad's abdominals. I don't think I could stand to watch Dancing With the Stars and think this may be the worst cast of all time. Usually, there's at least one person I cheer for like Jennifer Grey (nobody puts Baby in a corner!) or Shawn Johnson, the former Olympic gymnast - but this season, I don't think there's anyone that I can get behind whole heartedly (at least not at this point).
BTW, much more entertaining than DWTS is my 103 year old Grandma Lillian who I saw yesterday. She now refers to The Husband as "Blue Eyes," and declared that she's never seen anyone so handsome. I fully agree. The not so fun part of the weekend involved me coming home from a shopping trip on Saturday early to a broken toilet. I thought flicking the flusher would do the trick to stop the loud "just flushed" sound coming from the toilet, but the matter was beyond my expertise. You'll be happy to know that the plumber came and $450 later, we are in the clear. PHEW.
On a brighter note, my birthday is coming up this Friday. Am hoping The Husband and I can do something fun and low key: any suggestions? It's going to be a writing night for me tonight. What will you be doing with your Monday nights?
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