I have two words that will change your life forever: Dance. Moms.
One hot Saturday afternoon this summer, when it was too humid to lay by the pool drinking BudLight Lime (yes, those days really do exist) I sat in my best friend‘s basement, staring out the window. We were bored. We were restless. We were too broke to go to the mall. She turned on the television, switched the channel to Lifetime, and there it was.
Dance. Moms. (Yes, the period is necessary every time).
It’s the perfect combination of Toddlers in Tiaras and Real Housewives. Reality television doesn’t get much better. Maybe it was because of our past experiences as child performers (her as a dancer, me as an actress), or maybe it was the pure hilarity of these INSANE women. Either way, we embarked on a 3-hour marathon and were hooked.
Do yourself a favor. Dance Moms forever.
Hahahaha. Omg. Love this. When are we having another marathon?? Are we going to be like this when we have kids? I hate to say it, but I think so… lol
Speaking of happy places- Dance Moms. IS my happy place
My DVR is set to record it- they switched it to Tuesdays btw. But regardless of what study group I’m in, I must be home to watch it 
It is SO bad of a train wreck that you just can’t NOT watch. My dance instructor was like that so it induces slightly fond yet at the same time frightening childhood memories
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