I have been distracted lately by the TV show Selling Sunset and I’m kinda surprised. When it comes to reality TV, there’s only a few that I watch. College football is #1, then comes the paranormal and ghost hunting shows. Does the Food Network count? Triple D Friday ALL day. And don’t forget the shows about Bigfoot. I like those too.

But, back to Selling Sunset… I’ve been watching that show every chance I get, though somehow I’m only just finishing season two out of five. Okay, I admit, I’m a super slow TV series watcher. I dunno, maybe I have TV commitment issues. I’ll find myself reading a book or watching a Hallmark mystery I’ve seen at least three or twelve times before I remember to turn on a show I’ve started. Except for lately. I’ve been watching this one more than any of my regular shows. But it’s not the characters that draw me in. The women are super annoying. There is one in particular who is so obviously over performing for the camera, she comes across like a bad-acting porn star. (But I guess I don’t know of any good-acting porn stars but you get my point.) So, take away the stupid bitchy ladies’ drama, what’s left are the shiny glossy homes that are truly amazing. I can’t believe these places actually exist and people really live in them. It’s so beyond my every day world, it’s quite stunning.

Do I happen to have this show on while I’m typing right now? Yeppers. I have friends waiting for me to finish so they can talk about it. The last episode of season two is just finishing up. Why do weddings make me teary? Sniff sniff. Well, that moment passed quickly. Typical. Back to the bitchy stuff. I’m still watching it though. I admit, I got sucked in. Oy.