A couple nights ago, Lindsey and I got the kids to bed and we sat down on the couch to watch some TV. I started to flip through the channels trying to find something we could agree on. On the screen was a show called "The Real Housewives from Somewhere or the Other." I watched a few minutes and figured out pretty quick whoever made this show has a different idea of what "real" means.
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