The good news is, with these badass broads, anticlimactic is still pretty climactic.
Were back in idyllic, peaceful Vermont, where Ramona is making breakfast in a negligee.
Todays activity is skiing, which is apparently a prerequisite for being a Housewife.
Credit: Bravo
(Seriously, am I the only person who didnt ever learn to ski?)
which is never a good sign.
Wait a minute, thats a terrible idea.
Alas, it is not eggs a la Francaise, and therefore it is not good enough for Luann.
(Onetouze is a word I just made up meaning twosome.)
Sonja refuses to apologize, and so theyre at an impasse.
(My moneys on a Showdown on the MountainTM spin-off.)
You do you, girl.
First, have these women actually ever seen what a not-nice room in a ski chalet looks like?
Because I assure you, ALL THESE ROOMS ARE NICE.
(Deep breath.)
Sonjas going to join the trip to Mexico because chimichangas?
(She literally said that.
I dont know.)
And then its time for dinner, yay!
In the end, there are wood ships, and good ships, and ships that sail the sea.
But the best ship is friendship, may they always be.
Until next week, when Sonja gets her pleasure palace lasered.
