With some coffee and Know Your Enemy playing in my head, let’s get going with this week’s episode. Aviva and Carole are meeting Ramona for lunch, talking about their breakfast during their walk. When Aviva says she has one hard-boiled egg every day, I picture her trekking off to Rich Wakile’s Jersey gas station for her daily fix. Wouldn’t they make an interesting couple?
Carole and Aviva arrive to find Ramona getting a head start with the pinot and greeting them with gifts–her skin care products. Hope she remembered to include some deodorant since that always makes for a great gift, too. Well, at least Kim Zolciak’s mom would have loved that as a gift.
Wait, this stuff was tested on warthogs?
Sonja couldn’t make it, so it’s just the three of them. Hmmm…wonder where Sonja is? When they ask if Heather and LuAnn will be joining them, Ramona launches into her real purpose of lunch–to diss LuAnn and Heather. It’s more of the same crap, so that frees us up to admire Carole’s fur ball purse on the table. If you watch closely, you can see it breathe. Oh, look, it’s pooping coins!
Carole introduces the ladies to her new product targeted at busy women–Purse Pets. No feeding required!
While Ramona is blabbering on about Chattie Heatherie, Carole accidentally lets the original, never-before-heard bombshell slip that Heather talks too much. I’m not so sure she meant that as much as she was just going along with the conversation. Carole squirms, but there’s no way Pinot For Brains is going to let that go unnoticed, forcing her to repeat it to Ramona’s liking. Lunch is taking a little longer than expected and leads to Ramona and Carole doing some sort of bunny hand dance moves. Or maybe it’s French sign language.
Okay, you two. Get a bunny hutch already, will ya?
We learn that Carole loves her pasta and that Ramona will be meeting Heather for drinks later. Ramona doesn’t think she’ll be able to get a word in, which leads to Carole suggesting a “talking intervention” for Heatherie. Ramona loves the idea of a bedazzled bandana, while Carole takes it up a notch by suggesting a ball gag. Now where did that come from–is she dom or sub–enquiring kinks will want to know? Everyone else, not so much. Normally, interventions with ball gags end poorly or at least messily, but please do it ’cause we love train wrecks.
I kept trying to tell Heather how long I boil my eggs–like 75 times–but she just kept yammering about organ transplants.