The Bachelorette weeks are flying by.
The darling twins are home but alas are not actually home. Their schedule doesn’t really permit them to stay home for more than 2 or 3 hours at a time.
Oh wait – that’s going to make Roger Leroy mad. She has stayed home. In her room because she has had about as much family interaction as one 19 year-old can have. Until tonight when she went to dinner with a friend and returned at 12:40am.
Her darling twin sister has also had as much of THIS family’s interaction as she can stand. She much prefers other people’s families and is at a friend’s house as I type this. Four nights back in Georgia – 2 at our house and 2 at other people’s houses so far. Too much stress here. Too much “not fun” here. Too much. Period.
They did take Scary Baby swimming today in one of the two hour windows that they were home. She did appreciate it and had been looking forward to it for weeks and weeks. She thoroughly enjoyed her two hours +/- of swimming.
But it does seem odd that they are not here. I have multiple text messages from last week about how excited they were going to be home this Monday so we could watch the show together.
The excitement of being here wears off pretty quickly.
I’ve known for at least a solid year that we all do much better missing each other and talking on the phone or texting.
Living in the same house…not so much.
Thank goodness I have The Bachelorette to entertain me.
And Justin The Wrestler jumping through the hedges and stepping through the the flowers and water features of the hotel courtyard to foil those pesky cameramen who kept following him.
Kudos to girlfriend Jessica for saving those romantic phone messages for us all to listen to.
I was hoping that the producers would make him stay in Turkey until he earned enough money from wrestling to buy a plane ticket home.
Ali might need to take some sage advice from Oprah and her friend Maya Angelou when they say:
“When people show you who they are…listen.”
Side note: Same message to Jake-y boy. He and The Sausage breaking up…S-H-O-C-K-I-N-G. Can’t wait to keep reading as the story unfolds. I have a feeling the mud slinging has only just begun.
One on One Date #1
Are they naked under those plaid tablecloths?
Is plaid a Turkish fabric?
Why do they have to wear tablecloths in the Turkish steam bath?
Is Ali contractually obligated to wear shoes that give her heel blisters?
Why do they have to take a bath on their date?
Aren’t you suppose to take a bath before your date?
Did Ali’s bandaids fall off in the Turkish bath?
Excuse me. I’ll be right back. I’m feeling nauseous.
Is Ty really planning his honeymoon in Turkey?
Ah-O. Ty might have blown it with his good ‘ole southern boy dreams of having a barefoot and pregnant wife who cooks his vittles and doesn’t have any career ambitions ‘cuz that’s what his mama did.
Ali looked a little glassy-eyed when he shared that. She gave him the rose but she has concerns about those “traditional” values he has that just don’t describe her perky self. She certainly can’t get that TV job and clean house, bake bread and keep the home fires burning all at the same time.
Poor Craig. Still hasn’t had a one-on-one date. No one will tell him that they are going to be BFFs forever and that’s all.
The pressure of being with the serious top 3 contenders must be really tough for him.
Now for the highlight of the group date…wrestling with Olive Oil Wrestlers.
Or wrestling with Greasy Turkish Dudes in Leather Pants as Chris so eloquently put it. Pick the guy with a sense of humor even though Roberto is super hot.
And Ali actually said it was “hot” to see them wrestle for her.
Wait, wasn’t this segment just made for Justin The Wrestler? Boy did that girlfriend call mess up this episode’s script. But this could be the way he could earn his plane ticket home.
Instead, Craig The Lawyer Who Wrestles With Words wins some one-on-one time with Ali.
If I was Roberto I would call for a rematch. They needed to be re-lubricated with another pitcher of olive oil. Just my observation but neither of them looked the least bit slippery.
One-on-One Date #2
The chemistry in the store with Ali in the belly dancer outfit and Frank in the jiffy pop hat was super hot. Ali really likes to go into stores and try stuff on. Thank goodness Frank could do that with her forever.
Next it is on to the carpet store. Much like the Olive Oil Wrestling, WHY are they shopping for a rug?
Thank goodness Frank stuck to his guns and said he was not buying a rug.
Then they walked out of the store carrying a 5-foot rug.
Super practical and good to know neither are impulsive shoppers.
Wow, how perfect that they needed a rug for their dinner date and Frank was a real man and carried it all by himself. Then they walked through knee deep ice cold water to get to this amazing place for dinner. This is every girl’s dream date.
Like, I really like want Frank like to quit like OMG saying like and OMG like at least like a dozen or more times. Like did anyone OMG like notice this?
PhilBillPaul’s only observation:
“He has a thumb ring on.”
Maybe he has a girlfriend and a boyfriend back home? Just sayin…
Rose Ceremony Big Twist
Power play on Ali’s part going straight to the rose ceremony to avoid the cocktail party where she didn’t want Craig to have to try to convince her that they were going to be more than BFFs.
Sad for Craig but props to Ali for not putting him through the agony.
The shocking twists and turns just keep coming…