Not my uncle... Spiderman's uncle.

It was hard trying to figure out why I even watched this show every Tuesday night [on the CW after 90210].

I'm not going to lie. I started watching because, I was a Reba fan. I mean, Barbara Jean? Van? and Cheyenne? Are you joking? That show was ridiculous, obnoxious, and fantastically amazing (and not in an ironic way). I still watch re-runs with my dad on CMT (yea, I said it. Jealous?).

I spent most of the first episode, and every episode since then, putting the TV on mute and would run out the room yelling, or hide behind a pillow and plug my ears during the most embarrassing points of the show (which is essentially, whenever Megan, the main character opened her mouth). I kept thinking, "That person does NOT actually exist".

But she absolutely does exist. She's me. (Or, I'm her... whatever. You get it. I'm getting cheese fries). And as embarrassing as that is, I find Megan insanely relatable. I die every time she says, or does something that I would totally do. And I die a little more every time Will (her rich, womanizing neighbor, who is one of my many television boyfriends) shows up on the screen. And I die even more when I see how much of a beast Sage is (she is SO Khloe Kardashian, I mean...). Then, I come back to life, and die again, when they try to push the virtues of abstinence through an entire episode, and follow it up with a PSA.

The show is bananas, and even though we predicted it's death as a show since episode one, everyone NEEDS to watch this show, before it's Dead and Gone.

(I actually thought I wasn't going to be able to put a T.I. reference in this entire post. Luckily, I'm a genius.)