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Don't Be Tardy..

I know everyone has already watched Don't Be Tardy For The Wedding with Kim Zolciak, but I watched Scandal the night that Kim's show aired, so I'm just catching up.

I have always liked Kim and felt for her dealing with the senseless drama on RHOA. I hope the days of  her wig trying to be pulled off to being attacked by NeNe and attacked about  "Big Poppa" are long behind her.                                                                                                                                                    

I liked Don't Be Tardy For The Wedding, it was entertaining without drama, and yes, I will tune in again - especially since she's going to take her wig off. I can only wish that I could pull off wearing wigs - I look like a transvestite in one, and not a pretty one at that.

I can't wait to see more of Kim's friend Jen, who is nothing like the women that we're use to seeing on RHOA. She's a bit over weight, plain, and has a sense of humor. I love her! And the baby is a little Kroy - cute as can be, and the girls are gorgeous like their mom.

I think this show is going to allow us to see the change and growth in Kim since Kroy became a part of her life - It's refreshing to see the change.                                                              

She's happy, the kids are happy, and the little glimpse we see of Kroy resonates happy. Could it be... a reality show with a happy family?

Kroy Biermann and Kim Zolciak are expecting another child. Photo from people.com.

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