Oh Honestly. What is with this stupid show, "A Race to the Altar?" This is a prime example of why I cannot stomach "reality television." What the hell does that have to do with being married? Listen up, Network Guys, I can give you a quick pitch for a reality show: Take these cutesy couples. Give them a house in need of constant repair and upkeep, a colicky infant who won't sleep more than three hours at a stretch, a very energetic and curious preschooler who gave up naps recently and is prone to ear infections and won't start kindergarten for another year, and throw in a big fat mortgage and maybe a puppy with chewing issues, and tell them to figure it out. Don't tell them how the game is scored, but give extra points for every time daddy walks the floor with the colicky baby, or takes the preschooler to the park so mommy can nap. Big bonus points for not getting pissy about who's spending what money, and just dealing with the bills as a team. Now THAT is a reality show about marriage. Nobody plunges into a body of water, unless you count unstopping toilets and bathing the two and four legged small people, and that's so not sexy. Don't hold your breath waiting for that one.