You know what they say, scooping up iguana poop and hunting down the offending reptile on your honeymoon is a sign of a long and prosperous marriage. Right? Does anyone say that?

Not only does Bethenny travel big, she now has an incredible alias to reserve hotels under. Surely no one will suspect she's Benjamin Franklin, except for maybe the staff of Montauk's Sloppy Tuna.

When Jason took Bethenny back to Pennsylvania, the trip was filled with delights (not least of which was Jason trying to figure out the cause of their smell car ride), but the best moment might have been seeing these two get down and dirty (and kind of drunk) with the locals.

Bethenny couldn't drink, but from the looks of the morning after, Jason drank enough for the both of them.

Blame Canada (or the hair nets) but this trip was a little more business than pleasure. Though how much pleasure did you get watching these two Laverne and Shirley-out?

It's a good thing Bethenny and Jason didn't decide to move to Cali -- their criminal history of breaking into possible homes might have prevented them from getting a good deal.

The Skinnygirl tour took the mode of transport to the streets -- with a tour bus with very specific, Bethenny-mandated, bathroom rules.

How many women does it take to drive a paddleboat? More than you would think as it turned out when B and her girlfriends tried to handle the rough waters solo.

This time, Bethenny and Jason took a relaxing boat trip, interrupted by a brief motor failure. Crisis was quickly averted, however, Jason did show his considerable rescue skills by carrying Cookie to dry-land unscathed.

Jason and Bethenny's therapeutic boat cruise got even more intense when they found themselves stranded, sans GPS, at sea. Further proof that these two should never go on boats.

Never forget, not that we think Bethenny ever could.