Okay, so here we are. I’m finally caught up after a wild week! I won’t go into detail because honestly, I haven’t sorted out all my feelings yet for myself, let alone for you people, and also we’re here to have fun and laugh and who wants to talk about death and shit! But like… my friend died last week, and his memorial was yesterday, and I’m sad, and I would just like to say please make sure the people you love know you love them, and tell them how much, because as I said on Instagram, it’s never too late until it is. So there! There’s your introduction I don’t know man is this weird should I delete this eh fuck it who cares I’m right about this so might as well just leave it.
Anyway this is awkward let’s talk Huswifs!
So! You may remember from episode 15 (all recaps are here) that Luann has been doing a bit of charity work with an organization that helps people recently released from prison. Luann told the director she’d help “in any way she can” and apparently by that she meant take a bunch of women for a spa day because that’s what she’s doing.
So she goes to her friend Angelo’s spa, the type of place that has a section labeled “Couture Ponytails.”
While they wait for the women to show up, Angelo puts fake bangs in Luann’s hair and it looks fucking terrible.
Then Ramona shows up and obviously hates it as much as I do.
But in a rare moment of couth, Ramona actually saves herself and compliments Luann, saying she looks like Katharine McPhee, of American Idol and Smash fame. Remember Smash? God that show was delicious garbage. Remember that awful assistant character? Also what ever happened to Megan Hilty? TV-wise I mean. Also Katharine McPhee is… let’s be frank she’s not interesting or compelling in any way, but listen to me: “Over It” was a fucking banger.
It fucking slapped!!! “I’m over wanting you to be wanting me, no that ain’t no way to be, how I feel, read my lips because I’m so over it”???!!! THE WRITING!!! And that part at the end when she kind of ad libs a little bit on “It’s mah tii-ii-ime” BITCH!!! Ugh, this song fucking ruled.
For a hot minute of my stupid adult life I had an actual job with an actual assistant, Branden, who became one of my best friends and we used to abuse the company Amex all the time, and one day our boss left for the day at 2:00 for an “off-site meeting” (hook-up) with a “potential client” (big-dicked slut he met in the one remaining bathhouse in Los Angeles), so Branden was like “Girl let’s get high and listen to ‘Over It’ on repeat” so we smoked a metric assload of the weed our boss kept in his desk (were we terrible employees or was he a bad business owner who didn’t pay attention and also grossly underpaid us inspiring us to avenge his greed who’s to say!) and drove around LA for an hour and a half with the windows down screamingsinging “Over It.” Then we went and got shitcanned at The Abbey on bossman’s dime. That’s the power of good songwriting!!! Also Andre Leon Talley and his cape sat next to us at The Abbey. That has nothing to do with anything, it was just a cool thing that happened that WOULDN’T HAVE HAPPENED WITHOUT KATHARINE MCPHEE’S “OVER IT.” I think I’ve made my point.
Anyway, as for Luann I don’t think she’s familiar with “Over It” or Katharine McPhee herself so she’s just like LOL OK.
Next we go to Dorinda and Leah in the car on their way to Angelo’s spa. Now, it’s the morning after Ramona’s stupid ugly party so, you know, DRAMA, and you can FEEL how pissed Leah is. She and Dorinda begin rehashing stupid ugly party, specifically how stupid and ugly it was.
Leah said it looked like a hotel in the Poconos! THE POCONOS! Leah hit ‘em with the Poconos! Damn that’s cold! I bayed at the moon, I was laughing so hard. The Poconos is some 1985 Patrick Bateman shit and honestly is American Psycho or is American Psycho not subtextually Ramona’s ENTIRE aesthetic. Wowowow.
But if you can believe it, Dorinda’s description of Ramona’s stupid ugly party is even better.
When. I. Tell. You. I. Screamed. Then, after continuing to drag Ramona for how sad it is that she’s still throwing birthday parties at 63, she drops a bomb about that tacky Gucci purse Ramona got as a gift? RAMONA ASKED EVERYONE AT THE STUPID UGLY PARTY TO DONATE $100 TOWARD THE GUCCI BAG HAVE YOU EVER HEARD ANYTHING SO FUCKING TACKY IN YOUR LIFE.
I gasped so hard my lungs collapsed. Look at Dorinda's face! Disgusted! Revolted! Repelled! There’s a word for this kind of behavior and that word is what? DECLASSE, in Jesus name! Anyway Ramona is trash.
Back at the salon Luann and Ramona are talking about how fucked up Sonja got at the party, smashing that mirror table, and Ramona is very upset and it’s like, okay, where was this energy AT the party when you let Sonja kick glass into people’s eyes but dragged Leah all over the room like a ragdoll and shut down production because she was *checks notes* dancing? This woman I don't understand her.
But speaking of Leah, she of course comes up, and Ramona’s demeanor changes out of nowhere to murderous rage.
And Luann is basically like BITCH WHY?!
And Ramona's like “I don't even want to talk about it,” which is an INTERESTING response! Could it be she doesn’t want to talk about it because Leah didn't fucking do anything??? Back in the car, Dorinda solves this entire conflict with one simple sentence.
Honey she PERFORMED that line too. We were in the COMPANY of GREATNESS. It was exquisite! Julianne Moore could never Cate Blanchett found dead etc. and so on and so forth. And, of course, it’s also EXACTLY correct.
Back at the salon, the formerly incarcerated women arrive for their makeovers and they're all so excited. Ramona corners one and stammers and stutters trying to ask her a simple question but she's obviously so uncomfortable and thinks prison is so shameful she can't get her words out.
She literally can't even say the word prison. She's like How long since... you got out of... p… p-p… p-p-p-p- *vomits in mouth a little* p-p-p
And Christina is finally like BITCH ARE YOU TRYING TO ASK ME HOW LONG I’VE BEEN OUT OF PRISON?
I swear to God Ramona is the perfect example of one of these people who projects their own shit onto whoever she's talking with. AS IF POOR CHRISTINA HERE HASN’T BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH GET AWAY FROM HER.
Thankfully, Sonja shows up to interrupt, and she hates Luann's hair so much she doesn't even make an effort.
Her answer to Luann’s question? “No!” I fucking love her.
Next Dorinda and Leah arrive, and Ramona won't even look at Leah. But Leah's looking at her!!
Guys she's gonna cut Ramona’s jugular with a pair of Angelo’s scissors.
Leah pulls Luann aside and is like, "I'ma gut this bitch is that cool?" Luann’s like, yeah, you guys should talk which, LOL, good producing, Luann, because no they definitely should not in the middle of a charity makeover spa day!!! Like LET THESE RECENTLY RELEASED INMATES HAVE A MOMENT OF QUIET FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST. But that’s boring TV!
So instead, Leah and Luann go back into the room, and Ramona and Sonja are having a heart-to-heart about her drinking and how out of control she was last night at Ramona’s stupid ugly party. Sonja tells Ramona that she was in a bad place last night because she’d spent the day at her friend’s mother’s deathbed or something, and she was frustrated that instead of being sensitive and understanding, Ramona got on her case. And without missing a beat, Leah’s like:
AND WE'RE OFF! (Please note Luann’s face in the background. Perfect, those fucking bangs notwithstanding.) Leah proceeds to read Ramona to filth in a perfect monologue delivered to Sonja. Just look at this gorgeous writing, this prose:
"That's because she's a terrible person and everyone knows it. She's a bitch, she doesn't support women, she's phony. And you're one of her best friends and she treats you like shit. Because that's a Ramona. And I’m leaving."
BECAUSE THAT’S A RAMONA!!! “A Ramona!” Oh my fucking GOD Shakespeare could NEVERRRR!!!!!!
Ramona, because she's a child, gets up and goes out to where one of these poor women who just left prison are just trying to get a goddamn haircut in peace and insinuates herself into the process to make a show of how much she doesn't give a shit about Leah. Peep this woman's "eugh buoy the white women are acting out" face.
She’s like “Welp.”
Back in the other room with Leah, we find out that Ramona’s trash bag sister Tanya said Leah cheapens the group of friends.
(Look how much UGH, Elyse hates her too.)
And honestly I am aghast. WHO IS TANYA. That's A. I've been watching this show since, I don't know, Hoover was president or whatever time is a construct, and I have never ONCE seen this bitch on this program even one time. And 2, YOU COULD SNAP THE WOMAN'S HAIR IN HALF LIKE A TWIG! She's a fucking Aqua Net goblin from 1992 who lives UPSTATE! Leah is a beautiful self-made millionaire glamazon with hair like spun honey and cheekbones like the mighty white chalk cliffs of Etretat WHO ARE YOU TANYA.
But Leah, because she's better at this than me, sums all that up in just eight simple words.
And with that, she’s gone and Sonja's just like LOL oh we have fun cuz she knows Leah's right.
Then she starts housing on hors d’oeuvres cuz she's in the room alone now and I love her.
Anyway, Dorinda has to leave for a doctor’s appointment because SHE HAS GLASS STUCK IN HER FOOT FROM SONJA DESTROYING THE RESTAURANT at Ramona’s stupid ugly party—which, to reiterate, Ramona is totally fine with!—but on her way out she tries one more time to talk some sense into Ramona. She asks her, “WHAT did she do that’s so bad,” and, once again, Ramona won't answer the question because the answer is NOTHING. A fool!
Anyway it wasn’t all just Leah and Ramona fighting, the former inmates really do enjoy themselves and are touched by Luann’s gesture, and it’s very sweet. Look how good this lady’s makeup looks as she tells Luann no one has ever done something like this for her before!!!
It’s very sweet. I don’t even have a joke. I just wish them well, and that next time they get their hair done they don’t have to listen to Ramona’s bobblehead banter.
Now we go with Dorinda and Ramona to Century 21 to see Sonja's fashion display. And Sonja's so happy and thrilled and it's nice to see the ol' gal succeed! Ramona is like, “Your stuff is all front and center by the entryway, that means you’re important!” And just look at my perfect Auntie Sonja!
Aww! Sonja! Like I know she's just a dumb rich white lady who married a corpse for money or whatever but like be that as it may she's a single mother trying to give herself and her daughter the life they had when she was married and her ex-husband gave her nothing in the divorce and she just always has this undercurrent of sadness, you know? And look! Ok! I hear you! Yes! Guillotine her! I should definitely hate her and have no regard or respect for her struggles but I just don't and I just do ok! Get off my dick!
Anyway, Dorinda tries yet again to get Ramona to see the light about Leah, especially since they’re all going to Mexico together soon, but Ramona’s just like, don’t worry, I’ll be civil because I’m a lady.
And like please let’s remember the way she greeted Sonja at her stupid ugly party the other night, by jumping up and straddling her with her tacky-ass Merry Go Round dress hiked up to her mons pubis. Yes, such a lady. It’s like watching Princess Marguerite of Monaco (is that a thing? I think that’s a thing someone Google it).
Anyway Dorinda leaves, and now that it’s just her and Sonja, Ramona feels at liberty to do something so fucking ghastly that I honestly don't even have any jokes. I’m just going to give you the screencaps and let them stand for themselves.
Noted mental health expert Ramona Mazur Singer, ladies and gentlemen. And listen, I gotta be honest? Fuck her. This is disgusting.
I’ll admit, I may be a bit oversensitive because I, too, am bipolar and, yeah, sure, we do need to watch ourselves and our behavior now and again but aside from the fact that *Leah hasn’t done anything all of these women haven’t done at one time or another including at the same fucking party*, we mentally ill people get this kind of shit all the time because it's the easiest way to gaslight us, and it's hurtful and wrong and blah blah blah but more importantly it's fucking disgusting. Ramona Singer is garbage and honestly this made me so mad I had to walk away for a minute.
And speaking of bipolar disorder, RAMONA FUCKING SINGER IS THE POSTER GIRL FOR UNDIAGNOSED, UNACKNOWLEDGED, UNTREATED BIPOLAR DISORDER!!! I've been saying this since I began watching this show! The woman is a fucking LUNATIC and I get to say that because I am one too! I swear to God this has made me so irate I can't breathe. It honestly negatively impacts my ability to enjoy this show going forward.
LOLOLOLOL just kidding my hatred for Ramona is the blood in my veins. But seriously, point being: Do not fucking do this kind of shit! Ever!
Anyway, Ramona's concern turns out to be nothing but concern trolling, because she immediately 180s and takes a tally of all the ways Leah has GRAVELY HARMED her: Destroying her tiki torches in the Hamptons, going crazy in Newport, and "ruining" her stupid ugly party.
I hope Avery strangles her to death at Thanksgiving.
Now, as if we haven’t been through enough, it's time to go to Mexico and speaking of mental illness Ramona is just talking a mile a minute to NOBODY while packing, like literally blathering on to, IDK, the cameraman I guess? So how about we go film a scene of Dorinda and Leah analyzing this piece of shit's mental health.
UGH. I am so fucking angry let’s look at Luann’s adorable dog.
Anyway they all fly down to Cancun and Leah says that she and Ramona have just been ignoring each other entirely—even though it’s not exactly easy to do.
This drag!!! I fucking SCREAMED. Ramona is so tacky oh my god!!! WHAT are those SHOES?! And why with leggings?! Just wear sneakers! Flip flops! Hell, I’d settle for a pair of Uggs from 2004 this is egregious!!! My LORD.
Anyway someone's dildo turned on in their suitcase and the baggage guy is like hey you pinches gringas what's going on here!
Turns out it's Luann's suitcase that is a big box of vibrating vagina dildos because of course it is, but because she’s Luann she can’t just be like “LOL mama pussy waits for no one!” or whatever (IDK, that’s just what I’d say if someone found my vibrator, feel free to get creative and make the copy your own!) so she claims it's something she brought… to make… juice with?…
And LOL unless we’re talking about PUSSY JUICE *Lizzo voice* bish you lyin’! Look how just absolutely ELATED Sonja is about this lie.
And Dorinda's like LOL ok bitch, sure.
Also I feel like that’s a very ~*intense*~ level of vibration if it can be felt through a hardside suitcase and I would just like to say to Luann and the hungry walls of her revenous vagina: Good for you!
Anyway the women and Luann’s dildo get to their oceanside mansion and they are serenaded by a like 10 piece mariachi band as they arrive because this show is ridiculous. While the other women get their lives outside with margaritas and mariachis, Ramona's trash ass goes into the house and gets excited about the size of the staff, which she calls SERVANTS to their FACES. Garbage! Peep these two women like, "Just smile and nod and collect her tips and then tonight while she sleeps we drown her.”
Then she asks them to do her ironing. I fucking hate her so much.
Then she goes in the pool in her clothes. Look at this stupid asshole.
Guys I’m sorry I’m really mad at Ramona I hope my vitriol is not negatively impacting your experience. Anyway please cyber bully her every day for the next month.
Next, she and Sonja go have a sidebar about Leah, and now Ramona's story has conveniently changed. She's HURT now, see, because she specifically asked Leah to act "mature" at her party, and aside from the fact that Leah didn't do anything wrong here's how I know this is a lie: Do you think Leah would for ONE SECOND tolerate being spoken to like a child by a piece of white trash like Ramona Singer? And do you think for ONE ADDITIONAL SECOND SECOND that Ramona Singer would have the BALLS to say something like that to Leah's face?
This is a fucking lie! This never happened! And even if it did: You're HURT by someone DANCING? Sounds like mental illness to me let's have a national conversation about Ramona's mental health!
God I really hate her.
Anyway Ramona is now CRYING about it, and we finally get to the REAL issue.
OH my GOD just say you're jealous and go!!! But it gets worse: now Sonja's on Ramona's side saying Leah should've been on her best behavior!
YOU WERE STOMPING ON BROKEN GLASS AND DORINDA HAD TO GO TO THE DOCTOR TO GET IT REMOVED FROM HER FOOT YOU FUCKING SOCIOPATH. I swear to God Ramona is a fucking disease. Look how she rots the brain! Being friends with Ramona is a mental illness!
That said, I forgive Sonja because she has a fat pussy.
Like, I’m sorry to be one of those gay men who thinks it’s funny when supposedly refined women talk about their pussies but I am [redacted] years old and at this point it’s not changing, and like Leah always says, I’ll apologize for what I did but I will NOT apologize for who I AM. Uhkeh?
Speaking of Leah, she is, quite rightly, not amused by Sonja’s pussy talk.
After lunch, Dorinda pulls Leah aside to talk and Leah says she's actually hurt by Ramona. But not because Ramona is constantly slut-shaming her.
But how does Leah know that Ramona did so? TURNS OUT SONJA CALLED HER AND BLABBED ABOUT RAMONA. These women are snakes, and it’s wonderful. (I mean, what they really are is reality TV producers but that’s for the eventual Paley Center retrospective, not here.) Anyway Leah is pissed. She talks about how she's spent the past 7 years working on managing her Bipolar II disorder—the same kind I have!
And look, Leah must have done a damn good job cuz the bitch has a thriving business and a daughter who's not a psychopath and those are no small feats under normal circumstances let alone with a mental health condition. BUT GET THIS!!!
SHE'S NOT EVEN ON MEDICATION! Which just further underlines what a fucking moron Ramona is! Because speaking as someone who’s ALSO Bipolar II and ALSO unmedicated (stop rolling your fucking eyes, there are reasons and it’s between me and my ~*mental health provider*~ tend your own garden!): this whole "tsk tsk she shouldn't be drinking" thing of Ramona’s is bullshit, because if ANYTHING getting drunk with unmedicated bipolar II is a recipe for DEPRESSION, not mania, so suck on that you ignorant bag of silicone. Seriously one of you youngs go on the internet and find me Ramona’s phone number so I can tell this woman about herself because I am HEATED.
And Dorinda’s heated too on Leah’s behalf, and in her interview, she perfectly sums up what Ramona’s entire deal is.
Dorinda says this is the latter, but I’d argue it’s both—it’s a smear campaign motivated by sophomoric narcissism. Then Leah adds this also perfect summation of how garbage Ramona is.
Maaaaaan, if Leah isn’t dropping some knowledge! Universal Truths of Human Existence have entered the chat! This recap is a whole-ass psychology class, isn’t it. Is this boring? It’s definitely not what you came for, is it. Oh well here’s your Patreon link!
Anyway, Leah ends the discussion by referencing another disgusting thing Ramona did—she claims that everyone at her party said they saw Leah’s vagina while she was dancing. Which LOL that did not happen, I mean, Leah’s pudendum was definitely like in the house, but she had underwear on, A, and 2 NOBODY WOULD EVER SAY THAT! Who would call someone up and be like, “Great party but I saw your friend’s labia majora while she was dancing.” That is not a thing! But that hasn’t stopped Ramona from talking about it ad nauseum, and Leah has had it.
Fair demand! In any case, Dorinda and Leah are on the warpath for Ramona and I cannot WAIT for whatever Ramona/Sonja v Dorinda/Leah battle comes from this because--and you know I love Sonja! Won’t hear a word against her! But don't neither one of those women have a PRAYER going head to head against Leah and Big D because aside from the fact that D & L have that special kind of superpower that comes from being born without any fucks, Sonja and Ramona aren't smart enough to spar with these women. They’re just not! FINISH THEM!!!
Anyway speaking of how Ramona treats people she's in her room proving Leah’s point by bossing around the help telling them to steam her clothes.
Dorinda goes in to tell Ramona to just talk to Leah even if they don't come to a resolution and Ramona's like "tell her to come talk to me." Problem is LEAH DIDN'T FUCKING DO ANYTHING. There is truly nothing worse than a person like this! These are the kinds of people I end up just falling out with cuz I have no problem being like, “LOL cool we’ll just never speak again then, die mad!”
Now it’s dinner time and everyone begins getting ready for the evening’s festivities—an in-house ceviche tasting where a chef is gonna teach them how to make the stuff. Which is so cool! I briefly dated a Peruvian when I lived in New York and he made me ceviche once and it was the sexiest thing that has ever happened to me in my entire empty, stupid life, other than the fact that every time we had sex he ACTUALLY HELD HIS NUT IN UNTIL I GOT MINE FIRST which, LOL, shoulda married him cuz he’s the only top I’ve ever been with who gave a fraction of a fuck whether I lived or died let alone had an orgasm. He wasn’t shit by any other metric though so fuck him. Anyway men are useless and being attracted to them is an ancient curse put upon us by an evil swamp witch bent on our annihilation good evening!
Where were we? Oh yes ceviche! So it’s ceviche night and time to get pretty! Naturally Ramona is having one of the hotel maids do her fucking hair for her, which she of course hates.
Very Confessions on a Dance Floor and that’s maybe the first time I’ve ever made a Madonna reference that is not a compliment.
Anyway Sonja is just traipsing about in the nude, as one does when one is Sonja.
But she’s also, like… super fucked up? Somehow? Because she’s only had one drink and that was hours ago.
Even the hairdresser is like euuuuugggh buoy.
Ramona insinuates that Sonja’s a pill popper which is almost CERTAINLY true but WHY DON'T YOU GO THROUGH HER MEDICAL RECORDS AND CHECK TO SEE IF SHE HAS ANY MENTAL HEALTH CONDITIONS AND THEN TALK ABOUT IT BEHIND HER BACK SINCE YOU'RE SUCH A SUBJECT MATTER EXPERT YOU CRAVEN ASSHOLE.
Anyway Luann and Dorinda go upstairs to see what’s going on and they’re kinda freaked out. And Dorinda's also pissed because Ramona seems totally unfazed that Sonja is not only WILDLY fucked up but also JUST WALKING AROUND NAKED!!!
Luann asks what Sonja's on, and Dorinda says:
Which sorry that is straight-up wino shit!!! Like I’m picturing Sonja on a park bench in an enormous puffy coat on a 90-degree day talking to birds while drinking coke-and-rosé out of a Big Gulp! Which… I mean… if the shoe fits… IDK man…
Anyway, all Luann has to say about this is:
Which made me fucking holler. But Sonja, of course, is cool as a cucumber. She is FEELING HERSELF!!!
Tonight is her NIGHT!!!!
Meanwhile Ramona is so fucking afraid of Leah that she's in the kitchen telling the Mexican chef making them ceviche how to make ceviche.
And Dorinda has fkng had it and basically chases her out of the kitchen, so instead she goes to the bar to interrogate the sommelier about wine. She's just manically bobble heading a mile a minute and it's putting everyone on edge.
Sonja FINALLY makes it downstairs so dinner can begin, and hoo boy is it awkward. Sonja is so fucked up she can barely get her words out while ordering what is I guess now her signature cocktail. Nothing says “rock bottom” like a cool, refreshing rosé and coke!
And then I guess she got too hot cuz she just flings her hat off her head, apropos of nothing, for seemingly no reason.
And then she says she’s reached her limit. With what? Who’s to say! No one has said a word to her or done anything but eat ceviche! But she has had it!
Honestly, who among us?
All the other women are just full-out ignoring her lol. So she talks to the chef.
And his response is *chef’s kiss*
You couldn’t write a better reply.
And then… well, things get real weird, real quick. Apropos of nothing, Sonja just… goes for it.
Oh Christ. But, you can’t put the toothpaste back in the tube, right? So now it’s fightin’ time! Luann referees and tells Leah to go first, who says she doesn’t really have anything to say except that she’s very disappointed that Ramona would use her mental health struggles to belittle her.
Ramona, being that she's an 8 year old child, says that she was just trying to search for some explanation for why Leah would hurt her the way she did. And Leah's like "what did I do to hurt you?" And, once again, Ramona won't say. BECAUSE THERE ISN'T ANYTHING.
Then Ramona starts talking a mile a minute about how she doesn't want to talk about this, and Leah's like "You've been talking about my vagina to half the Upper East Side.” And honey, the chef is INVESTED! IN! THIS! STORY! ARC!
Then Ramona's like "I don't even like the word vagina" and Leah's like "Then why have you been talking bout it?!" And Ramona loses her mind.
She did it! Leah broke her!! LEAH IS THAT BITCH!!! Then Ramona blathers on again about how Leah hurt her and when Leah is like, “H O W” she pulls out THIS old chestnut.
I mean since this whole shit has turned into a therapy session anyway, just know that anyone who says this to you is a manipulative gaslighter and so full of shit they draw flies, and I'm speaking from experience on both sides! Because before I went to therapy basically all I did was manipulate people because that is how both of my parents raised me okay! Respect my culture!
Anyway. Bitch, Ramona is C R U M B L I N G before our eyes! She is fucking LOSING. IT.
And Leah is just as calm as the glassy surface of a pond undisturbed by a spring morn’s breeze.
And it’s making Ramona crack. She’s all OVER the place.
And still, Leah shall not be moved.
And Ramona just continues FLAILING AND FLOUNDERING IN JESUS NAME!
LEAH MC FUCKING SWEENEY! HER IMPACT!!!
Only once it’s clear Ramona has short-circuited does Leah betray any emotion whatsoever, and it’s this:
And then Ramona storms off, ranting about how disgusting vaginas are.
And that’s on what? INTERNALIZED MISOGYNY!
Let’s have a hand for our cast of characters, who really did some heavy psychological lifting in the ep! I cannot wait to see how the rest of this trainwreck Mexico trip goes. I hope it ends with Ramona floating lifeless in the Gulf NO I DON’T I’M JUST KIDDING THERE’S A GOOD PERSON IN THERE SOMEWHERE! That’s why she makes me so mad, cuz I know she can do better!
Anyway that’s it. Whew! We’re finally caught up. I am exhausted! A second reminder to tell the people you love that you love them and tell them how much! Okay that will be all, be blessed!