On With January

December has come and gone and I did it! I wrote a post on each and every one of those 31 days in that long, cold, busy month.

Welcome, January! Or not...

I hate January. It's long. It's even colder than December. And it's boring.

After my 31-day posting marathon I took three days off. Maybe you thought it was because I was sick of posting. But really it was because nothing happened.

The high temps on those days were in single digits. And that's only when the sun got out from behind that tree over there and sat directly on the thermometer for a whole minute before it moved and the mercury plunged below zero again.

We watched three movies. I made three full dinners that did not include any take-out numbers. We played with the kids. We slept.

By Sunday morning we were all going a little Jack-Nicholson-in-The-Shining crazy. I knew church would be struggle with the kids so we postponed that for the 5:00 p.m. mass and instead went on a hunt for the best breakfast in St. Paul.

We tested out The Copper Dome just a mile or so from our house. It's one of those old, old, old restaurants that has every inch of their wood-paneled walls covered with some old, old, old framed picture. The tables and chairs are almost exact replicas of my Grandma's. And so is their tinsel-covered Christmas tree. For payment they only accept cash or check. No VISA Check Cards here!

The Copper Dome did not disappoint. William ate every last crumb of his strawberry-topped French toast. Lucy delighted in my veggie omelet. And both Brian and I had to split our sides of pancakes with the kids because they were still hungry.

Afterward we all went home and collapsed until the church bells rang at 5 o'clock.

So back to this wretched month of January. I'm not going to promise you 31 days of non-stop posting. Mostly because I already missed the first three.

But I do have something exciting! You ready for it?

OK but first I have to tell you a secret. A secret I'm rather embarrassed of and even a bit ashamed of.

But I'm only going to tell you if you promise not to think bad of me. And you can't hold it against me. Or Brian.

Yeah, it involves him too.

Promise?

OK, here goes.

Brian and I have a rather large indulgence in a particular television show which is full of filth and gossip and everything we're not.

It's our guilty pleasure.

We watch The Bachelor.

Or The Bachelorette. Whichever the season calls for.

And we've watched it for a long time.

But here's the thing. We watch it as a comedy. I think it's the most ridiculous show out there. And that's why we love it.

Most weeks I end up crying from laughing so hard because of the comments my husband delights me with.

So I've asked him, and he's agreed, to be a guest poster once a week throughout this season of The Bachelor -- who just so happens to be crybaby Jake, the pilot, who Bachelorette, Jillian let go of last season when she wound up choosing Ed. You following?

Well if you do want to follow then tune in to The Bachelor tonight on ABC at 7:00 p.m. Central. But even if you don't, you'll probably still find Brian's posts rather amusing. He's just that kind of a guy.