That, in a nutshell, is the premise of Reba McEntire's show, which has since been cancelled. Re-runs can be found on weekdays on Peachtree TV. You're probably asking yourself: "How can such a dynamic piece of drama be relegated to daytime re-runs?" The answer is: I have no idea. From my humble perspective, any show containing illicit pregnancies and Reba McEntire should last at least six seasons. Don't worry, it did. But I meander.
Today on Reba, Van and Cheyanne wake up to an ominous banging in the middle of the night. Suspecting a burglar, Reba, Van, and Cheyanne go downstairs to investigate. There is no burglar, but it does raise an important question: Why are you still reading this? Reba decides to take self-defense classes with Cheyanne, while Van and Brock set up an alarm system. Needless to say, hilarity ensues.
All in all, I felt Reba was a little lacking. The writing was incendiary, but the costume design seemed a little unbelievable. The show takes place in Texas, and I didn't see one pair of cowboy boots. But that, you see, is my gift and my curse. Because I have such a natural talent for watching TV, it is sometimes difficult for me to suspend my disbelief. Overall, Reba is a worthy addition to the canon of America television. Who knows? Maybe they'll make a feature film someday, where Reba asks Barbara Jean to be her surrogate. Now that's a spicy meatball!
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