guilty pleasures

maybe the bachelor is my guilty pleasure. imagine my delight when i realized this ridiculous television show is also my (uber-smart) co-worker’s guilty pleasure, too! when we need a break from intellectual talk and brain work at the office, we gab about bachelor ben and all the drama with the girls. we decided we simply must have a finale party to watch ben ask that epic question - “will you accept this rose?” – for his last time.

we schemed up quite the little soirée, complete with treats to represent the bachelor and his final two women (you’ll only understand the symbolism if you’ve watch the show): “black widow” spider cupcakes for courtney, oatmeal whoopie pies for lindzi (this one was a bit of a stretch, but remember, horses eat a lot of oats), and bottles of “wine” to represent ben. we also had ring pops and red roses – obviously.

we had lots of fun and some hilarious commentary, devoured sweets and truly bad television, and giggled like teenagers.

we all need a guilty pleasure, right?