As a housewife and mother of three young children ages 6, 7, and 8 living in the suburbs of Baltimore, I find myself intoxicated by the Bravo reality television series "The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills." I think this group -- more than any other Housewives grouping (Atlanta, New York, New Jersey or Orange County) -- symbolizes what is possible when you have millions in the bank … yet these women seem to face the same dysfunction that I experience on a daily basis, only in a fancier home with a lot more shoes.
Tonight, the girls hopped on a plane to Colorado to visit Camille, whose recent divorce is forcing her to sell one of her many homes. But before the journey begins, we get to see A-list housewife, my favorite, Lisa Vanderpump, packing her clothes from her palatial closet and French-kissing her beloved dog Jiggy goodbye. Her neighbor Adrienne has one last good argument with husband Paul before slipping on a hot pair of leather knee-high boots and gettin’ in the limo to the airport.