Robyn Brown and Meri Brown rounded a corner this week, and it was pretty great. Though it took us some time to get there. If you turned on this week's installment of Sister Wives, no one would blame you for having to check the guide to make sure you had the right channel. I, for one, thought I had quietly gone mad. This madness manifested in a strange way where every T.V. show I watched turned, inexplicably, into Shark Tank. This wasn't the case, but the stakes were just as high tonight for the Brown family as any guest dipping their toes in the Shark Tank. (Friends, that's what we call a dead-sexy segue.)
The family -- minus the kids, who presumably lack all business acumen -- was setting out to pitch their family company, My Sisterwife's Closet, to a group of nattily dressed venture capitalists. Really, it was like something out of Dickens, only the women were even MORE passive (BURN, DICKENS, BURN -- dig that mad sting, you dead weirdo).