Sigh. Another season of Dancing with the Stars has come and gone. And this means my Monday evenings at work will be filled with The Bachelorette. Double-sigh. BUT! I just want to say that I CALLED IT. I knew Donald would win! And I might have jumped up and down when he got the mirror-ball–but mostly because I haven’t felt that vindicated in a long time. Congrats Donald and Peta!

And props to Len for finally saying that all William did was go out there and shake his little hips and get the crowd to cheer. I think we all know Bruno pulled every string he could to keep William in the final.