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David's mom reminded me of a "woe is me" drunk. Something about the way she phrased things and just let it all out to strangers. I'd hate to be seated next to her on a plane or be anywhere near her when she really is drinking. Not that Michael doesn't seem gross, but I think that was Kelly's creeper brother participating in the tossed salad joke. On WWHL Shannon said she didn't think it was a sincere apology but just accepted it because it was an awkward situation.

So I had all the problems everyone else already brought up and I just didn't buy into the Bridget getting in the NYU and basically having to leave the day after she found out for an orientation. I wonder if she just waited until the last minute to decide and tell her parents or if she's lying or if it is a scheme that she and Abby cooked up. I guess she came home from Pismo with Bunchy?

Next time I go to HD Buttercup and wonder who can afford to shop there I'm going to go "Shannon Beador, that's who." just like she does in her talking heads. I've been craving La Dijonaise for days, but have too much food at home that needs to be cooked, so them stopping there to eat didn't help.

I pull a Vicki when I smell the green tripe. That ish is gross. Describing the smell as a bag of fermenting assholes is being kind to it.

The HoWives are most likely classified as independent contractors and not employees and in California independent contractors are not covered under Workers' Comp. I'm not that familiar with production insurance, but the general liability under that might be what would cover the bills.

I have dogs. They like the feet raw and love them dehydrated. They've been on an elimination diet and can't eat chicken or beef right now, so I've got a freezer full of chicken feet, marrow bones, and green tripe. I'll probably end up using the feet for stock for Thanksgiving.

Since she was shown Facetiming from the ER and it was said she was texting Meghan from the ER, I assume she had her phone with her in the ER and had access to it and was able to use it to summon an Uber and the charges just went to the card on file since that is how Uber works. What I do wonder is how her phone stayed charged that long with all the facetime and text action. And I mean I don't know it for a fact, but since Vicki is a busy business lady with lots of business to do for Coto Insurance (visit our website today!), she was probably answering work emails and on conference calls between her MRI and CT scans :)

Luckily, I have a couple pounds of chicken feet in the freezer, so I'm saved a trip to Whole Foods.

Never mind. I can't read.

Vicki says she sent it in her blog. However she also spent the first part of the blog explaining how she never lied about cancer even though she admitted to lying last reunion and in this blog states she had to wear paper home even though in last week's blog she said she wore scrubs. So I don't know if I'd take what's in her blog as truth.

It is a real thing that flights from the LA area to Las Vegas on Friday and return flights on Sunday have a lot of strippers on them. Strippers look just like normal people when they aren't in their work clothes. The weekend money in Vegas is pretty good. I knew a girl that would go out 2 weekends a month and didn't have to work that much otherwise.

I think they were up on the "Bunny Pad" and the angle just made it look like they were on the radar. This is the area I think they were in:

I'm the one who originally used it and I was trying be nicer than saying her head looked like a potato or like if you put silly putty on a picture of Drew Barrymore and stretched it out unequally. I guess I could have said she looks like the love child of Drew Barrymore and the kid from Mask, but that seems pretty fucked up. I'm way fatter than she is.

Because then she couldn't play the victim. This is someone that said she felt like Jesus being nailed to the cross when she was called out for lying about cancer.

This is correct. Just rewatched. Day of they just said how sad it was that she was all alone. Shannon said that Brianna should call Michael because San Diego is closer to Palm Springs than Orange County is (which I don't think is correct, I think they are basically equidistant). The next day call with Tamra is the first time we're shown someone telling Meghan and Shannon both the extent of the accident and that Vicki needed clothes and had no ride.

+1 history of recent neck injury, loss of consciousness during MVA, in ER with bilateral AC Joint separation, broken shoulder, dislocated ribs, trauma to sternum, whiplash, and soft tissue injuries that eventually required surgical repair. Ended up with 4 years of PT and can't lift my right arm all the way. My ortho jokes that I'm in great shape for someone with 4 Super Bowl rings. They didn't cut my clothes off, but my dress was shredded from the seat belt, so it was ruined anyway. It was still okay to wear home though, I didn't have to Uber it in a paper gown.

Vicki has history of neck injury and said half her body was numb. They were worried about spinal injury.

Luckily Bravo replays shit over and over. Vicki is wearing something with athletic soles, probably sneakers. When they are initially assessing her condition and asking how bad her pain is on a scale of 1 to 10 you can see she is wearing them. Then by the time Heather tells her to calm down and take a deep breath the shoes are gone. You can see her bare feet again when Kelly is standing over her and calling Brianna. So the shoes were either left in the desert by Vicki's true friends or taken back to the campsite to give back to her at a later time.

I call BS on no one having Michael's contact info. How did he get invited to the Merv Griffin Estate? Smoke signals? Vicki was facetiming with the campsite folks and texting Meghan. She could have reached out to Michael. If she really doesn't have any contact info for her son and employee, that's on her. If Brianna and Donn also don't have Michael's phone number, then there are some big family issues. I'm 15 and 17 years older than my brothers and don't talk to them on the phone regularly, but I still have their numbers and am connected to them on various social media apps. I even have contact info for one brother's roommate.

There's a big difference between being all alone in a hospital in a foreign country for 2 weeks in critical condition having a major surgery and in the ER for a couple of hours to have a CT scan and MRI while your closest relative is ~100 miles away.

Oooh that sounds good. We had my mom do something similar for Easter this year because I got her a big ol' Le Creuset dutch oven for Christmas. My sister and I required a giant chicken pot pie made in it. I can't remember if she did top and bottom crust or just top crust. It was really good and super giant. We live for holiday leftovers. We have a whole tradition where different holidays have different leftover situations. There's a whole ridiculous chopped salad that goes with Thanksgiving and for Christmas we make all kinds of baked potatoes and top them with ridiculous combinations of leftovers. I'd like to think I'm more Heather Dubrow than Tamra Judge, so I don't know about a tater tot casserole. Although I do love tater tots.

Maybe she was wearing flip flops and they fell off in the accident? To me it looked like she wasn't wearing shoes when being strapped to the board in the desert and I specifically noticed because of her making a big deal about having to go home in hospital socks. I can't go back to the DVR to see because I don't record this shit show because then I would have to admit to myself that I watch it. It isn't even plane distance. I don't know where he lives anymore than Vicki does, but I'm pretty sure it's been stated on the boards that he lives in San Diego. That's maybe 150 miles from Palm Springs. When has Vicki ever asked for anything nicely, let alone really nicely? It sounds like maybe she told them to get in touch with Donn as her emergency contact since he was local and he said to F off.

Clicking the little heart was not enough. I think I love you. OMG! I hope Meghan PI is on top of this shit. So add Donn to the list of people that don't give a shit about Vicki. It is possible he also had Michael's number. Maybe Vicki was right when she was wailing about having no one left that cares about her when her mom died.

How I wish that against all odds and logic and sense that 2 seasons ago Kristin was filling a shift at Pump that night just so she could have yelled at Kelly to eat a dick.

Meghan already laid the groundwork for not being able to use Mapquest last episode when she thought she was 45 minutes away from the Merv Griffin Estate instead of 5. That's the thing. Where does it end? You know that even if Meghan stayed the entire 9.5 hours of the ER visit and bought Vicki the fanciest of designer sweatpants with matching limited edition kicks she'd still be an asshole for letting Vicki Uber her ass home. When does it stop being Meghan's responsibility and start becoming the responsibility of people that should actually like/love Vicki? I don't doubt that people can get PTSD from various traumatic events. I just doubt that Heather, 3 days after the accident, could be diagnosed with it. After a big accident you're jumpy, it replays when you close your eyes, you flinch at any cars coming near you, your emotions are off, etc. It's normal and it wears off after a bit. I think it is dramatic to call it PTSD and downplays what actual PTSD sufferers like your husband face. If he's smart, none of them have his number, but at least Brianna probably does, if not Vicki. Either could have told him to pick her up and bring her some clothes and shoes. Does anyone else think that Vicki had the Uber stop at CVS on the way home so she could pick up that neck brace? I laughed at the cancer scammer's own kid thinking she was milking it. I was strongly on Meghan and Shannon's couch until Meghan started her apology tour. I didn't like her backpedaling to Vicki and Heather. I did love her talking head where she said she wasn't going to address or engage in bullshit because it was bullshit and needed to go away.