Hi, my name is High Heeled Mama, and I’m a reality-TV-aholic.
[Hi, High Heeled Mama.]
I’d like to think that my taste is more high brow – I love Project Runway, Amazing Race and Top Chef. These shows are always interesting to me for the fashion/the travel/the cooking and the underlying theme of the show does not tend to be overshadowed by the drama of their individual contestants.
Unfortunately, my theory is blown since I did watch the entire
train wreck season of “The Real Housewives of Orange County” and have no real excuse for why I couldn’t find anything better to do with my Tuesdays at 10pm. Now, I do NOT watch “The Bachelor.” Well, I don’t watch ALL of it. I tend to tune in when it gets to four and watch the remaining few episodes.
So imagine my surprise at last night’s finale. What?! Are you serious? Did he really just say that?
Did he say he put his nearly four year old down for a NAP?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Oh, you thought I meant that whole thing where he proposed, she accepted, then he brought her on national television to break up with her then make-out on the couch with the girl he originally kicked aside? Not nearly as shocking to me as the nap thing. Not even close.