Okay, so let me get this straight. Teresa horrifies her stylist, her photographer, and both of her book editors when she reveals that she doesn’t know how to pronounce the word ingredients, among others. Jaclyn is getting her cards read by some lady with spooky black finger nail polish who is trying to peek into “Awshley’s” future using a jacked up poker deck, and Joe and Melissa Gorga demonstrate that they really ought to tag along with their niece Gia to her next acting lesson because dressing in matching daddy and son baby blue velour track suits just ‘aint cuttin’ it.
Meanwhile, back at the Manzo’s, Chris and Albie are moving in to a two bedroom apartment with some guy they describe as “Lauren but with a beard,” who’s carrying around a pocket pooch named Deloris who dressed in a pink Bieber hoodie, and Carolyn has taken to wearing stilettos when she’s just hanging around the house.
All of these outrageous non moments, these scenes that might have been just begging , literally crying out, for somebody to walk in right at the height of things and scream FAT CROOKED ASS and get the party started. Was anybody else falling asleep? I tried to tell them…but nobody wanted to listen to me.
Maybe they’ll listen to you.