Day 46: Decompression
We’re back in San Francisco, something that inspires mixed emotions for both Chris and me. While Chris is off at work earning his keep, I’m here at my apartment, catching up on episodes of The Bachelorette, working on freelance assignments, and plotting the in-state visits that will take place over the next thirty-six days. Apparently, there’s no rest for the wicked (or the Wedding Road Trippers). Roxy is parked outside on the street, basking in the late afternoon sun. I think she’s happy to have a bit of a rest before we take her out on the road once again. She’s not much of a city driver like her cousin the Fusion Hybrid, but she’ll do navigate the San Francisco streets if we make her.
Dear god. That may have been the cheesiest sentence ever written.
But not the cheesiest sentence ever said, which I’ll have to credit to Jillian of The Bachelorette. As I was typing, she uttered the following puke worthy sentence:
“Every woman dreams of the day when she’s in the kitchen, worried about cooking the perfect meal, and a man walks up behind her and gives her a kiss.”
Jillian, honey, this is not 1959. It’s 2009, and all I dream of is Chris in the kitchen, cooking the perfect meal as I read yet another trashy ChickLit novel while simulataneously eating a handful of carb-free fudge. (hey, this is my fantasy- it could exist.)
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I’m happy to cook dinner as long as you clean out the roof gutters and trim the hedges. Although I’ll give you a kiss if I ever see you worrying about making the perfect meal.
as long as you clean out the roof gutters
They make a robot for that, now.
In a triumph of bad punning over good branding, they named it the Looj.
Welcome home! Actually, there’s a gutter cleaning iPhone app for that too.
When I finally get my day in the sun with the wedding road trippers lets talk about that puke worthy sentence! yikes. Married almost ten years with a lot of meals under my belt! Most of them not perfect. Over which none of them I have fretted. And none have ever been romanticized as such.
I think Jillian and her bachelors need a road trip! Stuck inside a car for 40 odd days and see how they turn out after their whirl-wind, idealized futures in the lime light and lack of real time to get to know each other.
I can’t decide who is worse. Jillian from “The Bachelorette” or the cast of “Big Brother.”