Have you ever done something that you just felt ashamed of afterward? Like, it was fun at the time, but then a few hours or days later you just felt gross? That's how I feel the day after I spend an evening watching Bridezillas . Why do I do it every week? I'm asking myself this as I experience my Monday morning Bridezilla guilty hang-over. Why? Is football really that boring? Why don't I just read a book? Or pumice my feet? Or dust my Willow Tree figures? Or stand in the freezing cold outside admiring my Christmas deck lights? Why do I invest myself in these women? Why do I watch the same episodes that I've seen countless times? Why do I actually know their names? (BTW.......Alex, Maria, Erica, Megan and of course, Karen are the worst ones ever.) I think I actually know and the answer doesn't make me feel that proud either. These jack-ass women make me feel good about myself. Yeah! I said it! When I watch this show I can congratulate myself on many of my