Drastic Measures

Two nights ago was Monday night.

Monday night means Bachelorette night.

And Bachelorette night means Marcie gets a little crazy.

For the untrained ear, one might think that all the yelling coming from the back room was for the Thunder vs. Spurs game {#THUNDERUP!!!!}.
But no, it wasn't.

The yelling was just me giving some friendly advice to my girl, Emily.

Anyway, to say I've become obsessed would be the understatement of the year.
Husband won't even watch it with me because of all the, quote, "loudness" that comes out of my mouth.
I don't know why he complains. Do I complain when he and his friends are yelling about an oval shaped ball?? No.
Bachelorette is much more interactive than any football game.
Reality tv at its greatest!
Which is why I have taken it upon myself to do something drastic.....
I have this friend.
This best friend.
Who is everything any guy would dream of having.
She's really got it all....looks, awesome personality, goal driven...American Pie at its greatest!
Which is why I've been telling her for the past year she needs to go on the show.
Friend doesn't believe me. She's too modest and sensible to have anything to do with the show.
She doesn't even watch it!! {I know, right?! How are we even friends??}
But luckily for her, she has me as a friend like me to prove otherwise.
And that's why I sent in her nomination for the show.
However, when I informed her of this event, instead of gratitude, this is the response I get:

A little sassy, right?! That's probably why we're best friends.
But I think I've got a lot more convincing to do before she'll let me submit the DVD portion.