Why can't my sides be waffles?

Confession time:

Umm...

I have succumbed to the peer pressure and I have watched a few episodes of 

"Here Comes Honey Boo Boo"

I know.

I really do.

But OMG.

It has provided hours of  entertainment and inside jokes that aren't getting old.

Things like:

"Forklift Foot!"

"Shhhh It's a Wig!"

{shhitzawig!}

"I hope she doesn't poot in your face!"

"I know you didn't just fart on my leg...!"

"Why can't  my sides be meat? BBQ, Chicken, Ribs!"

And that was all from 1.5 subtitled episodes. 

Wow.

Because of all the hoopla from my time with the Boo madness this week, this morning I wished that my brunch sides would be waffles--naturally.

WWHBBD?

I'm pretty sure, though, that I wasn't far off.

My friend Steph and I had waffles and a side of waffles at Waffle Brothers.

 Yum.

As silly as this post is, I realized yet again, that it's the simple things in life

--like that of a waffle--

and

--ridiculous shhitzawig jokes--

that makes life great. 

And, don't worry.

My Honey Boo Boo moments are numbered.

Really, they are.

They have to be. 

My brain cells couldn't handle it if I watched much more..!!

{But if you want your name to be a Honey Boo Boo nickname, just click here.}

{You know you want to...} 

#22: A picture of your guilty pleasure

As I write this post from the list I am watching this:

I think this says it all about what my guilty pleasure is...dear lord.

What is wrong with me?? Reality TV???

Yup.

It started, I think, with this:

I know...  

 I stopped watching Survivor for many years, but have recently picked it up again. 

I know. 

I think I better just admit that I am a reality TV junkie.

 I like food ones, race ones, fashion ones, makeover ones and hair ones.

Thankfully, I haven't yet been hooked on city wives ones or stars that are famous because they have a show ones... (any Kardashian, for example...)

But this isn't to say that you won't find me on any given day channel surfing for a

good old fashioned reality TV show. Somehow they just really hit the spot.

I mean, where else can I get drama like this:

Jeez.

And jeez.