ICY!

This is what's in store for you tonight (those using a reader, click on through):



Take THAT, Kelly! Nevah, evah flirt with Bethenny's man. (Isn't that Beth whats-her-face sitting next to Kelly?)

Also, check this shit out:

WOOOOOO! She's hanging on my every tweet, you guys! (Actually, she follows anyone who follows her. She's so polite, that Bethenny. Except when you hit on her boyfriend. Oh, and actually I don't tweet at all, I'm just a follower. Like, if you told me that drinking tainted Kool Aid with my fellow cult members would bring me closer to God, I would totally do it.)

One more thing: Bethenny is claiming that she can make Oprah thin with virtually no exercise. How? By making Oprah a fragile neurotic wreck who asks for relationship advice from Silex? Just jokes, Bethenny! (Oh God, I hope I haven't pissed her off.)

There's an RHOC/RHNYC marathon on right now for those of you who'd like to catch up. See you soon!