You can make fun of me all you want, but I’m telling you…tonight is a big night.
THE BACHELOR, season 19, starts tonight. Chris Soules, the farmer from Iowa, is going to meet 30 mostly crazy women who may or may not think that becoming a farm wife is a good idea.
Banjo Man and I are celebrating with beef tenderloin and cauliflower mashed up to look like whipped potatoes.
In other words, a Big Night on the Big Couch.
I will have a notebook, because I like to write stuff down and analyze it and then pick the top four women based on camera time, limo exits and sexual attraction.
Banjo Man likes to opine on the mental health of each contender. Plus he often has a thought or two about their looks.
And their dresses.
And their make up.
And how stupidly the Bachelor is behaving.
Having been raised on a farm, Banjo Man will also most likely have an opinion on the women’s suitability to cook for haying crews, can tomatoes and nurse orphaned calves.
It should be an interesting couple of hours.
Banjo Man loves this show, mostly because he loves to give opinions on just about anything, and if he can do it from the comfort of the Big Couch, all the better.
I love this show, too. Even more than “Downton Abbey”. Even more than “Survivor”.
Maybe–gasp–even more than “Marco Polo”.