Sister Wives Personality Test: Holiday Edition! 🤶🎄
Which Brown are you during the merriest season of all?
There’s a heated and controversial conversation on christmas eve, where are you?
The gift you’re most likely to give is…
Your favorite holiday traditions center around:
What dish are you bringing to the holiday party?
the best turkeys are…
What’s the best christmas sweet treat?
at family gatherings, you’re typically:
your holiday decor style is:
the holiday season brings up thoughts about…
how do you avoid family conflict during the holidays?
Your favorite holiday activity?
In a competitive setting you’re most likely to:
Choose a holiday icon
You’re Robyn!
Turns out, you’re the favorite wife. Too bad you’re the only one left. Don’t worry: I’m sure Kody and the tenders enjoy your relish trays, Dickens Village, and savory turkey more than those OG3 ever could have. Also, an Elf mentioned to me you’ll be blessed with another David Yurman this year. Cheers to opulence!
You’re Christine!
Better buy some candies to stuff those wooden clogs because Father Christmas is hungry! Take solace in being the first to leave and the first to move on. It’s time to make some new traditions and let it snow with tapioca pudding! Put your feet up on Christmas morning and let St. Lucia’s elves do the work.
You’re Janelle!
Sit back and relax. A working girl like you has earned it. Take that PTO in stride; no need for the bells and whistles. You’re not afraid to say an “F YOU!” as needed, but for the most part, the sidelines are your safe space. You may not give the most thoughtful gifts, decorate to the nines, or make the best dishes, but when you speak up? It’s heard. Kudos and keep on with your bad self.
You’re Meri!
The tradition lover, hunchbacked pajama sewer, and social reject who merely tried their best. Sometimes those who give the most, receive the least in return. Take this in stride, have a glass of wine, and cackle it up with your BFF. Worthy up and make that turkey for someone who appreciates it this year.
Uh oh 😰 You’re Kody!
Time to put those big boy panties on and fly to Turkey for a hair transplant. No caramels for you this year. Sorry!