Guilty pleasure

My true confession for the day is that tonight I will be watching the finale of "The Bachelor." It's not a show I usually watch. In fact, I don't think I've followed it since they had "The Bachelorette," which was like four or five seasons ago. I turned on the Bachelor about three weeks ago and was stunned that the dude lives in Nashville and works for Vandy, where my friend works. AND, one of the final women is also from Nashville. I keep asking my friend how come she never met him. Why do we only find out about these men when they resort to reality tv shows?

Anyway. He seems like a normal enough person, but there does seem to be a lot of gratuitous making out on that show. I guess you really have to make out with all the women when you're trying to find "the one." I'm rooting for the Nashville woman. She reminds me of a lot of sorority girls I knew in college (AOPi's, specifically--the ones you bring home to meet the parents), and very southern, but generally level-headed and normal. Also, I must root for her because the other girl, who seems vaguely catty, had a big emotional moment where she told The Bachelor, "you complete me."

Cliches like that have no truck here.

In other news, rainwater continues to leak out of my foundation. Yesterday, it was coming out at a pace fast enough to cause a little moving stream. I'm now officially alarmed and will be calling my various insurance agents and home warranters tomorrow. Glad that one-year warranty hasn't run out yet! And I wasn't going to renew, either. More to come, I'm sure....