This Jamaica trip could have been way more racist than it was so, uh, kudos, ladies! I guess. Now we just need to survive an Atlanta trip to Japan and a New Jersey trip to Turkey…
I don’t really have anything pithy to say here, so I’d like to point out that Shannon and Kelly met at a restaurant called “Eat Chow” and that has to be a new low/high in absurd OC restaurant names. Who says that this show can’t still surprise us thirteen seasons in?
I hope you’re noticing a very key detail in the above tablescape.
Please ensure that your fedora is firmly secured in place before descending below the fold.
If you’ve got an hour to spare, I recommend reading LeeAnne’s entire 1,873-word opus (yes I put it through a word count calculator), clearly typed up as she furiously paused and unpaused her DVR.
Got a surly pancreas? Pensive colon? Settle down with some Patron shots, some Tito’s and soda, and a quick discussion of the latest RHOC.
Hello and welcome to the best RHOC episode since 2016! For the sake of their own health, those with atrial fibrillation are advised to put on the most ridiculous outfit they can bear to be seen in.
Or, rather, The Best of Beavers. Obviously our ladies couldn’t resist laying down even more beaver humor in their blogs, so enjoy this all-damming-mammal edition of #sayitforgetitwriteitregretit.
Who doesn’t love a Fun Season of the Housewives? As long as there are Shannon storm-outs aplenty, of course.