BradandJanet

Well, if Brianne makes Sam work hard to support her wardrobe and doesn't let him dip up first, he may keep his boyish figure. I'm sure Brianne has it all planned.

Sam and Brianne 30 years from now, living their dream.

Jill uses that high-pitched baby voice when she's filming the children, especially the little ones. Maybe the kids consider it their "keep sweet for Mama's camera" voice. They probably have different everyday speech. I hope.

Nurie is dressed like a saloonkeeper in the Wild West; Kaylee and Renee are dressed and made up to look like they work upstairs in the saloon. Tessie appears to be wearing a tablecloth or old curtains with a lace trim. I thought Jill didn't celebrate Halloween. Why does Jill think these looks are attractive or wholesome? Even on a budget, she could have found decent dresses and skipped the ton of makeup and outdated hairdos. These poor, poor girls. Their mother always seems to want them to look as bad as possible. I'm glad Jill never got a reality TV show to embarrass her children to a national audience every week.

Jill's too busy thinking about ways she, BME, has been wronged by Heidi and Tim to spend time writing a personal birthday tribute to Hannah. Tears are rolling down her face daily, after all. A recycled message will have to do while Jill is being attacked by Satan left and right.

"My tender heart," "false accusers," "salty tears coursed down my cheeks," etc., this overwritten tribute to Dave is all about Jill's still licking her wounds from Teidi's saying no to her when she pushed herself into their personal lives. Oh, well. Now she has Brianne, who would never be mean to poor, little Jill. I think this may not work out quite as well as Jill thinks it will.

Imagine word salad and a bunch of random Bible verses tossed around in a small concrete pool filled with filthy water. Voilà. A book!!! Snort.

At least there don't appear to be any filters on the water slide pool that the Rodlets can clog up with their dirty denim street clothes and their long hair. What else could go wrong?

Jill doesn't like the boys any more than she likes the girls. She's clamping down on her little cult in response to her hurt ego from the Teidi wedding snubs. As for the daughters, check the preview of Jill's new hostage video with feet music video with "the sisters." Jill's coming unglued.

I thought selling Plexus is the solution to every family's income needs. Jill has bragged about her awesome Plexus salary and all that it provides for her and the family. Why do the Rodlets and their mother need to sell recordings? Plexus should be enough if Jill has been telling the truth. Cough, cough. Should they make any money, guess who gets it all? How many bands have had acrimonious splits over money? It's a good thing the Rodlets never complain, especially Nurie.

Tim did a music video to launch his "singing career" after he came back from his short college experience. He's walking along a river trying to sing to music he apparently can't hear clearly. It was another one of Jill's bad ideas. The Rods also recorded once in a professional studio because someone offered it for free. Is Jill going to pay for studio time and lots of auto-tuning? Nah. Jill's big ideas tend to go "poof" pretty quickly. I imagine Jill and "her sisters" vanity project will do the same. The Rods just aren't talented enough to make money from their musical offerings. Anyway, Nurie appears to be part of the group. Would this mean more work trips, i.e., vacations, in Florida? Is the van up to the job? I wonder if Jill and David have received some bad news from the Missionary Clearing House about their monthly stipend. Jill seems desperate lately. It might be fallout from the fight after Tim's wedding, but who really knows what rattles around in her big head.

So Jill and David get a kielbasa each, and the hoard of children divide the other four? Thank you for sharing that, Jill. It explains a lot. As for a haircut in the Mayberry barbershop as a fifteen-year-old's birthday gift, remember that the former gift for that age was pizza brought in to a mall food court and a trip to Build-a-Bear to make a stuffed animal that would eventually end up in Mama's collection. Jill likes both Mayberry and stuffed animals, so she's happy either way.

If she does, it will probably last as long as the Creamy Ivory Cream shop she ran with the minister's wife. It was a big deal for about two weeks and never mentioned again, even though Jill and Mrs. Minister had to pay several months in advance to lease the space.

Now that Jill has her little army of Rod assembled, she should use her Plexus money to buy them matching t-shirts. Never mind. There's probably a Plexus convention coming up she'll need her Plexus earnings to pay to attend.

Jill needs to shut up. She never apologizes, so no one expects that to happen. She's making things worse by throwing fuel on a nasty fire. She needs to volunteer at a charity or home school her children properly. Maybe she could organize the pantry at her church or sweep the floors there. Something. She has way too much time on her hands. It wouldn't be a bad idea for Ellen to bow out right now too. She should sit down and make plans to separate her Plexus business from Jill's.

Even Janessa is working on her "Praise Mama" post in crayon. There is no peace for the Rodlets right now. David may even get to the point of finding something to do that gets him away. I'm curious to see if Ellen joins Jill's next Plexus downline Zoom meeting. How awkward that would be.

When hell freezes over. Unlike Jonathan, who has posed with a Plexus drink in his hand, Hunk ignores Jill's overpriced scam-fest until it's time to take a Plexus semi-sponsored trip. He likes the vacations away from his kids.

Jill ordered the Rodlets to gather around her while she sulks and licks her wounds. Thank you, Gabriel, for your tears of "Thanksgiving" (usually a holiday with a nice meal, but for your special family and guests, a tiny burnt ham and one oddly sliced pineapple) and the song you didn't know. I hope all the Rodlets cried about being born into a family that centers around a vain woman who has time to sell Plexus, shop, and take vacations, but not a moment to respect and nurture her children. Best Mama Ever feels much, much better now. For the moment, anyway.

In a way, this reminds me of the blowup between the Rods and their church in New York several years ago. Jill started her holier than thou criticisms against church members who weren't following the correct doctrine (the Rods' idea of it, anyway), the church leaders argued back, David weighed in, Bible in hand shouting verses to prove J&D were RIGHT, Jill started crying to her children about how everyone was being so mean to her, and the church leaders held their ground. Jill, David, and their bunch of kids, left the church, and moved to West Virginia. The congregation (probably) cheered and went on with their lives. Jill and David live to get into other people's business and shake their stubby fingers in people's faces. They both have a bad combination of no boundaries and delusional superiority.

A carefully posed photo taken from an angle and probably filtered to take off years and pounds, who would trust Jill to be truthful about anything? I have to say, Jill's dress for the wedding is tasteful and attractive. Ellen and Heidi must have picked it out for her and nixed any ideas to add a performative white t-shirt under it.

You'd think Brianne would have outgrown stuff like that. What is with this woman? Did anyone notice that two of the three tiers of the wedding cake were dark green? I hope there was no bride-groom cake-smashing-in-the-face during the reception. Food coloring is dye, and there were probably some guests walking around with green mouths at the end of the party.

The Coveretts found a project to keep Jill busy and out of their hair. More, Jill! Add more! That special table needs more! No way Jill and David paid for the rehearsal dinner. There are tables and chairs, china plates, metal utensils, and an organized buffet of appetizing, professional-looking food. Jill and Dave don't spend money to feed other people. They don't even feed their own children.

It's possible. We don't know Phillip's mental state when he left the barndo and why he was living in his car in Oklahoma City. I'm very afraid that evangelical-style deprogramming will damage him if he's fragile in any way. Poor guy tried to go to college and ended up leaving both schools for unknown reasons. He had visions of being a missionary in Hungary, perhaps not a likely choice, but still, a goal in life that he was doing his best to achieve. Even the dream of that may well be gone now. I don't trust Jill and David to protect their children at the cost of their own image. Whatever is going on, I hope Philip doesn't end up being nothing more than a badly photoshopped image in the Rod gallery of mistreated children.

Interesting pictures. Jill is hiding behind Hunk's belly in the photo on the left. It's covering part of her waistline. In the upper-right picture in the swing, his elbow is doing the same thing. In the bottom photo, the camera is above her looking down. She appears to be bending forward slightly, and there may be some filtering. If Diet Plexus really works like she claims, why is all of this subterfuge necessary? Also, she's a middle-aged woman who's had over a dozen kids. Her days of being eighteen are far over, as they are for most of us.