While Chelsea is hard at work at a boutique, Slo Jo and Vee are having dinner. They are both so fascinating, I can barely turn my eyes away from my hangnail to watch the scene. Slo Jo says that he doesn’t want to bring Vee into his Family Mama Drama. (I feel a rap comin’ on, yo.)
I wonder if I’m the only Teen Mom with a job this season.
I wonder if I’m the only Teen Dad with a rap video, yo.
I wonder if I can be a Teen Mom by the end of this date.
Back at Kailyn’s house, she’s showing Isaac the tent that she grew up in when she lived with her mom for about 5 minutes of her life. She decides to call her mom one more time, but instead of getting her mom’s voicemail, it appears that her mom has blocked her calls completely.
Now, let me explain how and why this floors me and makes me almost cry. My daughter is 20. If she calls and I miss it, I will immediately get 124 text messages from her making sure I’m okay and that her credit limit is okay. And if my mother calls me and I happen to be using the bathroom, she will leave a 20 minute message about whether I am screening her calls or if I’m depressed or possibly in the throws of a Burger King binge. And she’ll keep calling (because she doesn’t know how to text). My point is, families are supposed to care. And answer phone calls even when they don’t want to talk. So, that’s why I have a soft spot for Kailyn… she doesn’t seem to have any close friends, Jo’s family is gone, and now her mom is back to being a btch.
See Isaac, this is the tent your grandma and I used to live it. Then she kicked me out.
Jenelle decides that since she’s so nervous about her upcoming drug test that she’s going to tell her mom that she got high the other night. Barbara is surprisingly calm and listens to Jenelle’s master plan of going to a head shop to buy some detox stuff to try to clean out her system.
Barbara has decided that her bra straps should steal the scene, but it doesn’t work because Jace starts pushing around a plastic bin with the look of a person that knows his life isn’t full of promise.
Good news, I’m passing my classes. Bad news, I’m failing my drug test.
You could have at least let me put my shirt on before telling me this.