Housewives of New York City

Bravo's little gem, Housewives of NYC, and its tacky step-child, Housewives of Orange County, have captivated my attention from inception. Every Tuesday starting mid-afternoon, I'm able to relive the past 467 episodes of these shows and catch up with my favorite gals. I've seen every episode at least three times, but I seriously struggle to put myself to bed after rewatching Tuesday night's show twice. (Yes, it replays not once, but twice that same night). 

Some notes from this week's episode: 

1. Next time life gets too strenous, I'm using Jill's excuse: "I have a bad toe."

2. I almost spit up my biweekly Dairy Queen caramel sundae when I witnessed Simon's icky spa treatment. Bravo should have used better discernment when deciding to air that clip.  

A Wiseman Once Said . . . It's worth fishing leaves out of a pool to live in someone's Hamptons pool house to witness the charades these women get themselves into.