Christy thinks Todd’s going to “pop the question” any day now. Wink. So she took a few of the gals out to look at rings.
Eye-level diamond shopping. This is a one-time divorcee. Got knocked up at 19. Thinks she should buy her own engagement ring and drop it on The Todd.
The one blonde Terra is hating on the Russian lady who freely used the “m” word last week. Hot Russian lady took the littlest LWLAdy sexy shoe shopping. Equivalent of heels for a 7-year-old girl or boy, apparently.
Exercise no matter what!
Then, there’s some catty stuff going on about 50s photo-shoots and fitness(!) …
… and hotness and jealousy and costuming and confidence and attention-whore cooth. An aside about the lady forcepropositioning her beloved Todd.
Discussions of booze recovery. One calls the other “bossy.” Somebody sactivate the Sheryl Sandberg siren™.
Then the one ambushes the Todd during his bocce escape.
Ring talk. Ring dispute.
They use the “m” words as props — be sassy! — in a Labradoodle photoshoot.
Then, fetishism and evolutionary jealousy.
Bolaris. “M” words. They all lose to hot Russians in the end.
But Christy. She wins. After saying “You can get, like, 10 dwarfs into a car,” The Todd proposes with the ring she wanted. Yaw, bitches, is what she has to say about what she’s going to say to the “m” words and runs off to take a piss.