The Bachelorette: OH CANADA!

If you haven't figured it out by now, I have this slight love affair with ABC's The Bachelorette. Maybe it's because Jillian's from Canada where I spent a year and a half of my life serving the people of that glorious and frigid country. Or maybe it's because she just so happens to be a twenty-something loveless Interior Designer like myself. Whatever the reason, I just love Jill, and I love this show.

Ok, I have a confession to make. Don't freak out, but I think I'm now Team Reid/Kiptyn. And no, this is not the same as last week. It's very different. Last week I was Team Kiptyn/Reid. See the difference? I think it was those Dean Cain/Superman glasses he was wearing that tipped me over the top. I was squirming in my chair everytime his charming face came on the screen! But don't worry. I'm not done with Kiptyn so soon. If anyone can keep me away from my Superman, it's Kiptyn with his Kiptynite. Yes, I DID just say that. Deal with it.

Oh my gosh, how awesome that upon arrival to Canada Jill took the boys Curling! It just so happens that the first night of my mission in Regina, Saskatchewan the YSA ward I was serving in invited us to their Curling activity. Soooo fun! And I must say, it is definitely a lot harder than it looks. I think my favorite line from last night's show came from Michael at the end of their Curling competition when he threw the last stone for the blue team and cried "We're just a loserish blob of blue nothingness!" He is definitely the funny man on the show! I hope he sticks around a while longer.

After the game the losers had to hightail it back to the hotel suite while the winners joined Jillian for some drinks and more "getting to know you" time. This is where the MOST awkward and shameful moment of the show occurred. I'm almost embarrassed to repeat it, but repeat I must. While suffering through some one-on-one time with Jillian in her darling red blouse, (which I'm sure she regretted wearing later) David reached over mid-conversation and adjusted the plunging neckline. Ahhhhh!!! Total boob graze people! Not even an accidental one! WHAT WAS HE THINKING! All I remember going through my head at that moment were the 3 D's: Disrespectful, Delusional, Dirt bag! So glad he got the boot last night.

As for the girlfriend scandal, there's really nothing to discuss. It's slithery slimy Wess and he's gonna be choking on his guitar strings next week when Jill finds out. Jill could really learn a thing or two from my friend Meiko: