Real Housewives of Mobile County

I read over the weekend that Bravo is casting again in Southern California for more rich chicks for Real Housewives of Orange County in “the lavish and privileged Southern California gated communities in Calabasas and Orange County, CA”.

Great, more episodes of watching bleach-blonde, over made-up women with fake tans, fake boobs, and fake teeth shop and whine about how haaaarrrdddd it is to be them. Gag me.

They need to come to Alabama and make a real show about the real housewives I know.

The Real Housewives of Mobile County don’t spend their days shopping for shoes, they shop twice a year at the Shoe Station clearance sale and get gorgeous shoes for $7 a pair.

The Real Housewives of Mobile County don’t plot and scheme to marry a rich man, they marry the man who stole their heart, and stick by him for richer or for poorer.

The Real Housewives of Mobile County don’t meet up at the spa, they meet for weekly playgroups and everyone brings a dish so no one has to bear the brunt of feeding a houseful of moms and kids.

The Real Housewives of Mobile County don’t wear runway designer clothes, they wear the best Target and Dillards have to offer so they can keep up with their runaway toddlers.

The Real Housewives of Mobile County don’t dream of buying a larger mansion, they dream of buying a larger washing machine so as to cut their laundry time in half.

The Real Housewives of Mobile County don’t wear ten carat diamonds, they hang out with ten of their friends behind the diamond at their kids t-ball games.

The Real Housewives of Mobile County don’t get breast implants, they get mastitis and thrush as they gladly breastfeed their babies, and revel in the larger cup size that goes with it.

The Real Housewives of Mobile County may not have millions, but they have the hearts and minds and character that money can’t buy.

I don’t need to watch Real Housewives on tv, I’m privileged enough to live it.

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16 thoughts on “Real Housewives of Mobile County

  1. Can I hear another “Amen!”

    Happiness isn’t measured in carats and I love that about this post.

    I would like to have bigger boobs, though. Ooh, and slimmer thighs! At this rate, I’d have to breastfeed Grey until he was in high school, though. Aah, that would make for an interesting reality show of its own, to say the least, as he would surely be warped by that point and provide all the drama needed for Top Ten ratings.

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  2. Now there’s a new club to start. The R.H.M.C. It could be like the First Wives club only w/o the backstabbing of ex husbands. Though we wouldn’t be above it in the case of a divorce of one of the R.H.M.C. members.

    Sign me up! Oh, and let’s collect dues this time for a community stock of liquor, ok?

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  3. whoa – you just left a comment on my blog when I was about to leave a comment on yours – nice to meet you!

    you’re preaching to the choir – that show is embarassing to watch. the saddest part is the amount of money they spend to look good and they end up looking like trash.

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  4. I am so there with ya!! And I have watched this show; I am shocked at how these kids treat their mothers. So money can’t buy you respect (atleast theirs can’t.)

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