The best part of watching The Bachelorette finale last night was not that Ed won Jillian's heart (they strike me as an adorable pair), or that Reid got to speak his mind (oh, what a catch he is!), or that Kipper got his heart semi-broken (he'll be over it in a week), or that my friends and I finished a tray of gluten-free brownies and two bottles of wine... no, my favorite part last night was the storm watch broadcast interruption that delayed the start of the program. It lasted almost a half an hour and I wish someone had recorded our jeers and tauntings venomously tossed at the poor meteorologist who, no joke, kept repeating that "this is a life or death situation - please be patient with us, all you Bachelorette viewers." It was a tornado warning for a county at the very edge of the viewing population. We were not amused. Whatever happened to just scrolling a warning across the bottom of the screen? We first called my sister to see if she could set up her computer to Skype or Gmail video-chat the program to us, but she did not answer. We then called the station several times, finally got through, and demanded to know if the start of the show would be delayed or just cut in. To our relief, it was simply delayed. More time for brownies and wine.
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