1. Another 3 hours of Bachelor in Paradise is about to begin.
2. I can’t believe it has already been 4 weeks.
3. Why didn’t the last 4 weeks of pregnancy with any of my babies ever go this quickly?
4. Speaking of babies, we are two minutes in and Ashley is already harmonizing her sobs with ominous music.
5. It really is Paradise.
Is paradise really a Mexican resort where underfed but over-imbibed twenty somethings get paid to humiliate themselves on national television? Probably.
This week we dive further into the hot tub of shame that is Bachelor in Paradise as more desperate singles join the cast and the first rose ceremony happens. Who will be sent home? Who will break-up? Who will hook-up? How long will it take me to question my intelligence for watching this?
If you’ve never seen Bachelor in Paradise, prepare yourself for a train wreck. We mean that in the best possible way.
Okay, so we all know I’m a snark monster 99% of the time I’m watching this show, but when the end comes and the bachelor gets down on one knee, I fall for it every single time. I blame Disney.
