NOOOOOoooo!

Man, I am so upset by the Gosselin divorce.  If a naggy, overbearing, compulsively neat blonde and her inarticulate, pierced ear, hair-transplanted husband can’t make it, then what hope do I have?

And didn’t this divorce happen pretty quickly?  Granted, my timeline is a little skewed as I watched all of season four in one afternoon, but still.  Shouldn’t they be miserable and using the kids as pawns in their martial arguments for at least two years before seperating?  That’s how I always understood divorce.

Whatever.  No more dwelling on the past.  I need to move forward.  Honestly, the only thing keeping me going at this point is the fact that I have the Real Housewives of New Jersey Reunion to keep me warm tonight.  If it weren’t for the family values and good old fashioned homeyness that those women represent, I really would think that America has gone to hell in a hand-basket.  Don’t let me down, ladies, I don’t think I can handle it today.