I’ll tell you right now, I’m not moving to New Jersey. After watching the “Real Housewives of New Jersey” for the past few weeks, I’m just glad I live in Indiana.

I haven’t watched the New York, Orange County and Atlanta shows, but I do admit I’ve been watching the New Jersey wives and boy do these people have problems.

They were throwing tables and insulting each other and they acted like this was normal. Maybe I just hang out with the wrong people.

I admit it was kind of fun watching people spend money. If there’s a recession it’s not hitting in this small New Jersey town. I’m thinking maybe there’s mob money involved. After all it is New Jersey.

I can’t say I really like any of these women, but I definitely don’t like the divorcee who thinks it’s OK to tell her young children all the really stupid and in some cases criminal things she did in the past. I also think she should get a job and not keep looking for men to support her in a custom way above what anyone around here could afford. Well, anyone I know around here could afford.

Then there’s the children of these women. The only really normal one is going to law school. Another is going to beauty school because her parents have already told her they’ll buy her a boutique. The youngest in this particular family just finished high school and wants to open a strip club and car wash.

The youngest ones have parents who apparently never heard the word “no,” as the 7, 4, and 2 year old girls have anything they want and their mother is teaching them to shop by taking them out at least twice a week to practice.

At least one mom has a little sense, but she grew up in Nevada, not New Jersey. Her teenage daughter didn’t do well in school so she didn’t give her the car they had bought for her. The 17-year-old had to do well in summer school and prove herself before she got the car.

I’m writing about these people as if I know them. But to be honest, I’m really glad I don’t know them. Do I wish I had their money? Sure, but I’ll stay in little old Washington with my non rich friends, who at least haven’t been charged with kidnapping, don’t throw tables and keep their indiscretions from their children until the kids are old enough to understand everybody makes mistakes — big and small — when they’re young.

Of course, admitting that I’m actually watching this series is embarrassing. I should be watching “Masterpiece Theater,” Bill O’Reilly or NCIS. Fortunately the series is over, so I can go back to watching really important shows like “Jerry Springer” and “Judge Judy.”