(the camera phone, while awesome, doesn’t do them justice.)

So yeah, I watched The Bachelor.

I get why the whole enterprise is an affront to feminism (and dignity in general.)

But I’m also an emotional girl who made chocolate-covered strawberries and squealed like a stuck pig when it went how she wanted it to go.

Boys.

Propose to a brunette. It’s a good thing.

1. Digital camera finally died a sad, pathetic — but not unsurprising — death.

2. I ate so much at brunch that I actually turned into a breakfast item.

3. In order to find said brunch, we had to go to three different places. What the heck? Does no one know this was a holiday weekend?

4. I tripped down the stairs to my laundry room. Like, all the way. Ow.

5. Still, doing my whites was pretty damn exciting.

6. It took me approximately 35 minutes to return a “foundational” garment at the Bay. I hate the Bay.

7. I have a huge urge to buy a giant whack of white towels and sheets. Perhaps preparing to be institutionalized?

8. I stopped listening to the same damn Maroon 5 song over and over and over.

9. I didn’t go to work.