And I mean that literally. Poor Lynne had too much to drink and she started wailing at the table about the struggles of parenting teens and you could see the threads snapping from her recent facelift. It was not a good look for her, and should be a reminder to us all that there is nothing less becoming than an ugly, drunk cry.
Alexis had decided that it was her God-given mission to mend fences between Gretchen and Tamra. (Some people raise money for Haiti, some build houses for Habitat for Humanity. Whatever your calling, Alexis reminds us all to heed!) So she planned a girls' cooking lesson at her house. For a while there, a good time was had by all save Vicki, who reminded us that 1 p.m. on a work day is not a good time for her to swill chardonnay with the ladies. Not when there are rows of diamonds to count on her new ring from Don and power point presentations to prepare on the fundamentals of money management. (Oh how I fear that our Vicki believes she is cleverly laying the groundwork to become the next Suze Orman)
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