The trip began on a bad note with the atrocious RV trek to Glamis. No amount of fancy overcomes motion sickness! “The bus ride to Glamis took FOREVER!!!” bemoans Kelly. “I have a long history of motion sickness. It’s very difficult for me to go on boats, trains, long car rides and winding roads without getting sick.”
On last night’s Real Housewives Of New Jersey, the saga of Teresa Giudice‘s never-wavering love for Joe continued. Unfortunately for Joe, he’s about to go away for a 41 month ‘staycation’ at the federal penitentiary and no home security cameras are gonna replace him once Teresa takes over.
While Joe binge drinks and verbally abuses his dog, daughters, and wife, Teresa gets ready for the official launch of Turning The Tables. A lot rests on this little book – a veritable ‘How Not To’ manual for aspiring Italian Housewives everywhere. A tale as aged as wine of a woman who vowed to stand by her man through orange is the new black, through bankruptcy and back, through thick and thickening girth, through humiliation and outbursts, through cheating and chutzpah…
Tamra is trying to organize a trip for Eddie’s birthday, except none of her fancy pants (or wannabe fancy pants) friends are willing to spend three days riding ATVS around sand dunes and living in trailers. How is Shannon Beador going to manage in a place with no crystals embedded in the walls. Or without “hospital-grade air”!?
“I’ve been loving these drama-free episodes lately (when it comes to me at least)!” Meghan admits. “Like I said in the beginning of the season, I’ve been keeping my mind on ‘baby baby baby,’ and that’s definitely been my main focus so far.”
Last night’s Real Housewives Of New York reunion started with the women tiptoeing around each other, gently nudging at each other’s ankles like cats giving ‘love bites,’ to see how you’ll react to their brand of toxic care. In reality, the women were trying not to jump the gun by getting nasty first, save to see what the other girl possibly had up her skirt.
Someone could have an apple in their mouth, or they could have one hidden in their hand waiting to be thrown, and the whole entire time you could have misunderstood their meaning, their intent, or their entire mythological way of being. Is it evident that I have no idea what I am saying? I must be on the same (alleged) drugs as Dorinda Medley.