May is flying by! The gardens are growing, summer plans are shaping up, and another season of the train wreck known as the Bachelorette is starting. Shall we discuss?
Planting perennials pays off, as evidenced by the flower and herb gardens:
And just so you know, Meg did sleep on a heating pad after all the mulching and weeding:
Meg now gets to spend time planting cool containers and interesting pots, leaving the gardens to care for themselves.
Lord, every time I see a new season of the Bachelor/Bachelorette advertised, I swear I’m not going to watch it. Yet, all those little clips of people crying and staggering around, buzzed on champagne at 3 a.m. are a siren call to Meg. She has to watch the disaster unfold and take notes on who is going to end up roseless.
Here is the Bachelorette, getting a plexiglass slipper from some geek:
Her name is Emily, and she sounds like a cross between Caroline Ingalls of Little House on the Prairie, and Scarlett O’Hara. Meg never heard to many goshes and oh my’s and thankyouverymuches in her life. Meg imagines if she ever had been a contestant, they never would have had someone say what the f**k? like she most likely would.
The lineup of men included a guy I’ll call Spicoli from Fast Times at Ridgemont High, who entered on a skateboard. Very inspirational. Actually, his name was Jef. And I didn’t mistype that, it’s really with one F.
That one above in the polyester suit carried a glass slipper he apparently purchased from Payless, and placed it on Emily’s foot. Note to that guy, stop getting your Mom to dress you like you are celebrating your Holy First Communion. My favorite was the guy with the boombox, who be-bopped in like he just come from the Jersey Shore. And yes, ladies, he was a DJ named Stevie. Good times.
Please feel no need to watch this show, Meg will provide a skewering from time to time as events warrant.
Lastly, I think you all might need this recipe as a weekend staple this summer:
I can totally picture a breakfast with Bloody Mary Tomatoes!
Carry on everyone, for tomorrow is hump day.