With scenes of Big Ben, double-decker buses, and a jaded croquet instructor, we are back across the pond. Sonja and Heather seem to be enjoying the lovely day out on the field, but the two royals are coming from two different lands. LuAnn is wide awake and overly competitive, while Carole is sleepy and not in the mood for LuAnn’s comments. The sleepy princess rebounds quite nicely, though, and takes the win.
I hope I beat the countess.
Yay! I won!
Running out of things to argue about, Sonja and LuAnn battle over grand entrances. Sonja is tired of the taller countess entering ahead of her and stealing her man-catching thunder. Sure enough, as they’re entering, LuAnn grabs Heather and pulls ahead of Sonja. Tsk-tsk. Really, LuAnn? I’m sure there’s a girl rule that just got broken by the countess.
Haha! I’ma beat you like a rug.
Sonja is nervous about the party, wanting it to be perfect, Sonja-style, along with her toaster oven’s crumb trays. LuAnn asks Carole about her book, but Carole mistakenly answers instead of realizing it was actually a chance for LuAnn to bring up that she’s written a book, dahling. Carole makes a second mistake by comparing it to childbirth, which gives LuAnn another one-upmanship opportunity. The countess doesn’t seem to “do” analogies very well. The princess is not down, though, and is ready to come back swinging, with Pumpkin in her sights.
I did gymnastics, dahling.
I did gymnastics, too.
Oh, yeah! Well, I did softball and I was RUTHLESS!
Well, well…I played softball and basketball and football…and I was RUTHLESS!
Damn it, she said football. Well, I was the first woman to walk on the moon. How about that, Carole?
When Sonja and Carole excuse themselves from the table, Pleather tries in vain to gently tell LuAnn to take the one-upmanship down several notches–practice the one-downmanship, if you will. The countess is so unaware of her behavior that she thinks Heather is talking about Ramona, who isn’t even at the table. The divorced countess even starts talking about the women she has had to get rid of in her life that have tried to steal her husband. What, say what?
What is up with all of this one-upmanship?
Oh, yes, dahling. Ramona is horrible. But how do you know that she’s one-upping Aviva at the moment?