It is New Year's Eve. I am restless.
It is too early to watch Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve with Ryan Seacrest. My choices are limited to a marathon of House Hunters on HGTV or TLC's night devoted to sexual oddities and I am not even kidding about that.
Note: Yes, the Duggars are probably included in that broadcast.
I am restless. Hub is restless. Rubi is restless. There is only one thing to do.
Get your boots on baby. We're going to Wal-Mart!
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It is New Year's Eve. Me, the Hub and Ronald. Hanging out.
Note: Perhaps TLC should consider programming with that title.
Heck, yes.
Happy New Year, Trophy Wives!
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