Since I’m so late, I haven’t really proofed this too well, so please excuse any typos… or point them out… whatever works.
Leah and Jeremy do the twin-swap with Corey in the parking lot like always. Jeremy is taking Leah away for the weekend and she says he has no idea how much she needs a break. I’ll assume that she means from all the unpacking. They get to a cabin and Jeremy can’t wait to jump in the Jacuzzi and Leah talks in her baby voice and asks him why he wanted to take her away. She’s so pathetic. Her hair is a mess. Jeremy hides an engagement ring in a vase. He should have hid it in a box and made her unpack it. At least that way they wouldn’t be engaged for a few more months.
Anyone have a problem with me driving?
Nope. I can’t even walk.
Yeah, he’ll pee in this.
Leah, you look great… so natural.
Isaac is with Slo-Jo, so Kailyn is meeting Javi at a diner for what might be breakfast. It’s definitely hash browns, but maybe that only mean breakfast in my house. (As a quiet aside, during this scene with Isaac and Slo-Jo, Isaac has short hair… it matters later.)
This kid and Goggles deserve their own show… Aubree could be the Ryan Seacrest.
It’s an awkward meal, but Kailyn is an awkward person. Javi seems really nice and doesn’t have a problem with Kailyn having a kid. Hell, at least he knows her moon pie face will put out. They talk about school and their plans for the future. Javi wants to be a cop. They’re nice to each other. I’m not in the mood for nice.
She’s not much to look at, but she’s practically a sure thing.
He reads me like an open book.
Chelsea is hanging with her mom talking about her stupid GED tests. She’s worried about the math part, so she uses the opportunity to call Adam to see if he could take Aubree so she could move this weekend. She says they are talking, but only about Aubree… HA! Like he gives to shts about either of them. Chelsea is sad because his birthday is coming up and they’ve always spent the day together. Aubree tries to bean them both with a magic wand.
I hate when my bronzer drips into my bleached hair.
I can’t believe I didn’t get the headband memo. I hope no one sees my feathers.