
As a 34-year-old married mother of one who lives out in the sticks in rural Connecticut, I really don't have a whole lot of excitement going on during my week. Sure, there's the occasional dinner out at our local burger joint, but other than that, sitting on the couch at night with a cocktail nice tall glass of ice water and watching mindless reality TV shows is the extent of my "social" life. And I dig it.
By far, The Bachelor & The Bachelorette are my favorite guilty pleasures, so much so that I actually wake up on Monday mornings during the season and immediately update my Facebook status with something about how I can't wait to see who gets eliminated at the next rose ceremony. (Pathetic, I know.)
Of course, most of the time I already know before turning on the TV who is going to be crying (or swearing) in the limo each week because of all the damn spoilers that are out there these days. And as sad as it sounds, those stupid spoilers are really starting to ruin my life.
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