Often, my friend Carissa has a Tell the Truth Tuesday. Today, I'd like to join her, and tell my own little (horrible) truth.
Mind you--it's taken me months and months to be able to tell this truth. And even now, my fingers hesitate on the keys.
Deep breath, deep breath
This Truth Tuesday is in honor of last night's The Bachelorette--Hometown Visits.
Several months ago, or whenever it was that Bachelor Jake was sweeping all the young ladies off their feet, twirling them around in the air, and kissing on every stinking one of them...I might--or might not have--recorded the Hometown Visits episode of The Bachelor.
(Okay, for those of you who are shocked by this behavior, PLEASE, I beg of you in the name of all things family friendly, PLEASE just click on off this evil blog of reality t.v. trash. Go on, click click. Really--there is no need for you to continue reading. I promise to write something uplifting and non trash-ish tomorrow.)
Disclaimer: If you are still reading, you must know that I am conducting an informal scientific study on group behaviors. Really. Watching reality television is the only way that I am able to study the behavior of individuals in certain settings that make them act: A) totally crazy; B) totally dumb; C) all of the above.
So, I recorded Bachelor Jake going on the hometown visits. Here's where it gets tricky: I am old school, and still record things on the good ole VCR. For you young'uhns, this looks like a big giant cassette tape, and has about the same quality.
Anyway, since we are an old school family, we also have old recorded off t.v. Sunday Night Movies. My daughters LOVE watching our old VCR copy of Star Wars. (And, yes, our daughters know every single commercial jingle from that 1983 t.v. recording!)
You can probably guess what happened with the mama who doesn't multi-task very well, and the 5-year-old daughter who loves recorded t.v. shows/movies.
That particular Tuesday, Sara Beth asked if I would put in her Star Wars videotape. At the same time, the phone rang. I quickly popped the tape into the t.v. and left the room in order to finish my very important conversation.
How do I know it was an important phone call? Well, because it was my sister and: A) we discuss world events; B) we make very efficient, quick phone calls; C) none of the above.
After about 30 minutes a while, my oldest daughter came into the room where I was still discussing world events on the phone, and asked, "Why are you letting Sara Beth watch The Bachelor?
Oh my heavens--I walked into the room, and there was Sara Beth propped up on her elbows, watching Jake woo a young lady and her family. I couldn't hit that "Off" button fast enough, or hard enough.
And also, my face instantly blushed a bright beet red. My mouth was moving, and there were fast words tumbling out of my mouth, but my brain was busy racing through the possibilities of what my girls had just watched, and what future psychotherapy they would need because of it.
"Mom! Jake wasn't finished with the hometown visits! Can we please just finish? We want to know who he picks!"
Oh, NO. No you DON'T want to know who he picks, or HOW it turns out...
"Girls, what you have just watched is sort of like...Like King Ahasuerus in the Bible, when he sets out to find the most beautiful wife in the land...and settles upon Queen Esther..."
Okay, okay, since this is Tell the Truth Tuesday, I must admit, I didn't use that explanation. But, I sure as heck should have. It is a pretty good one, if I do say so myself! Too bad, I thought of it about 4 months too late!
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