The girls brought their best dresses and smackiest lip gloss down to Fort Lauderdale. Lynne, looking like Tawny Kitaen on check-in day of Celebrity Rehab, brought her meds and her high flip-flops. Her neck was locked, her ears were puffed, and she was on a hunt for some swamp-raised shrooms. We knew Jim and Simon would be in tow. What we didn't expect was Slade sauntering into the lobby in a pair of white shorts. Vicki's face went slack, and her twitching eye went into overdrive. Vicki had rightfully complained that having a few of the men in the midst would upset the rhythm of her woo woo. Cut to Tamra stroking her husband's thigh with a little patented Housewives sweet talk: Is that a wallet in your pocket or are you just happy to see me? Vicki you're a nut, but congratulations on having the good sense to excuse yourself to the mini-bar and high thread count sheets in your hotel room. I like to imagine that you Skyped Don for a little pep talk but I worry that instead you left five panicked messages for Brianna asking her to call you back and tell you how much she loved you.
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