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Curse you, DVR

Make me stop!  Someone, please unplug it!
Sister Wives.  As weird as the situation is, I feel like I know them.  They will be my new friends when I see them at Costco.

Please.  Don't let this trend catch on.  I'm going to change to Modern Family.  Dorky, middle-age parents, grandpa with a trophy wife, and a gay couple with a minority child. 

What is wrong with me?!

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  1. June Freaking CleaverNovember 5, 2010 at 4:26 AM

    It's that train wreck thing - we can't not look.

    Are you worried that America will think that all Mormon women want to be in a polygamist relationship?

    That's like saying that all of my trailer park neighbors are white trash...no, wait. Never mind.

    And I'd recommend The Middle - family that we'd call below average - that we know is really average (and it scares us a little).

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  2. AnneNovember 5, 2010 at 4:41 AM

    You just like sister wives because you are near to the situation. If there were a reality show called "Amish and loving it" I'd be watching every week!:)

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  3. Kristina P.November 5, 2010 at 5:59 AM

    Hey, more power to them, I say.

    I drove past their house and took a picture. Yep. I am creepy.

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  4. M-CatNovember 5, 2010 at 10:52 AM

    Everyone I know is talking about Sister Wives, but I can't bring myself to jump on that bandwagon.

    I am going to take your warning to heart and not start!

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  5. Life As I Know ItNovember 7, 2010 at 1:55 PM

    I saw Sister Wives for the first time last week. Like watching a train wreck, I couldn't look away.

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