I'm In Mourning

In fact, I've been digging through my closet for my funeral black pill-box hat all morning.

For starters, and the most superficial of all reasons, is the monstrosity that happened on The Bachelor last night. I realize that a bazillion blog posts and status updates have been devoted to this same horrific event last night and today, so I will not spend time here giving you a blow by blow of the most low-down dirty display of heart-breaking reality television....ever.

I'm still fuming over the issue and can't help but feel a bit betrayed myself by Mr. Mesnick. I've spent my Monday nights devoted to his finding of soul-mate bliss (i.e. Melissa) for the last few months...and he had to go and stomp on both of our hearts. Grrrrr. Grrrrr. And triple Grrrrr.

(By the way....if you do want a blogalicious blow by blow, go here. And if you want a fabulous jingle to hum while you stew about the The Bachelor's sickening outcome, go here. I've been singing it all day. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, consider yourself lucky.)

One last comment....he could have at least let her keep that honkin' diamond.

Now. On to reason 2 that I'm dressed in head-to-toe black fleece today.

Isn't he pitiful? He's been running fever, making frequent trips to the bathroom, and subjecting me to SpongeBob all morning. Poor guy.

I hate it when my babies are sick. I did get my laundry all caught up today (only positive of my day)...but I'd rather have loads of dirty laundry than a puney punkin'.

Reason 3. The neighbor dogs got into my trash. I cannot explain to you the grouchiness that comes out in me when I find our week old trash as yard ornaments. Somehow old bread wrappers and dirty pull-ups don't have the same effect as pink flamingos and well-dressed gnomes. 'Nuff said.

My only hope for a turnaround in this pitiful day is for my youngster to perk up and for American Idol tonight to redeem my hope in reality television.