In Which I Give Myself to the Internet

The finale of The Bachelor aired last night, which means that I am finally free of Brad Womack. You can read my write-up of the final episode here. It contains the following paragraph:

"The jeweler comes to visit Brad, and comes bearing some giant diamonds. Neil Lane is very, very tan. Brad picks a ring, and then stares like a labrador at the beach. If only someone would throw a tennis ball off the balcony, and we could be rid of him forever."

In other news, I'm participating in the Goodread short story panel this week, and you should join the conversation! Free, easy, and you can wear your pajamas! Just like me!

Yours,

Emma