Because I can’t NOT blog about the Bachelor



So did anyone see The Bachelor last night? What a load of horse shit. I am now infinitely dumber for having watched it, and you bet your sweet ass I’ll be watching next season. I used to think Jason was an adorable man who just needed to find the right girl, but now I think he’s a chauvinistic pig who’s convinced that these women only exist to amuse him. It’s ridiculous. And don’t get me started on Molly, what a hot tranny mess. I want to kick her in the vajango. She shouldn’t have said yes to him, she should have made him wiggle and dumped his ass, just like he dumped hers. The End. I’m all done. Those who don’t watch The Bachelor, you can come back now. Opps, all finished. I guess there was nothing for you to see here.

Old Town Orange

We were in the Orange Circle yesterday where everything is charming because it’s so old. It’s true, even this old man with a really bad hairpiece was charming. Unfortunately I didn’t get a picture of that, but I did manage to capture some photos of my daughter and some other stuff:





It was hot. 88 degrees to be exact. 


Mr. Frank and Miss Snappy urge you to eat a Hofmann’s hot dog. 



And of course we had to stop in at Muff’s. Hee, hee, hee… muff.