The latest episode of Chrisley Knows Best is tagged as such: “The Chrisley kids show their love for their parents by treating them to a special day of pampering and a romantic dinner. But planning isn’t the kids’ strong suit. What starts off with good intentions ends up in a comedy of errors.”
And here they are talking about said dinner planning:
Fun, in a celebratorily privileged way.
Anyway, Todd ain’t exactly keen on giving away mental planning control to the brood. As could be expected. Wouldn’t call him a control freak, per se. This, because I only know how he’s presented on his namesake television program. (Julie wants him to relinquish stress and roll with it.)
Grandmama Chrisley also gets espied looking for some companionship online via Christian Mingle. That clip is here:
Back to business: Todd’s still looking for a location for the family department store. This is of pressing issue considering that he already has inventory and more ordered.
Soon, they’re off for date night. Chase is the chauffeur. He’s wearing a fake mustache and gloves. He should really be wearing a monocle. But, monocles aren’t driving friendly, so it’s an excusable oversight. “We’ve been held hostage by one of the Mario Brothers,” is how Todd says it.
“You cannot be texting and driving,” Todd tells Chase as the latter is on the phone with sis Savannah to determine the address for where he’s supposed to be driving Ma and Pa.
This is a welcomed change from the South Carolina episode in which erbody was texting and driving. (Though I wonder whether Todd’s imploration is more based on wanting to know the destination sooner rather than later).
After much frustration, the ‘rents are dropped off at the spa. Couples massage (interrupted by Todd’s phone ringing). Alas, the bill wasn’t prepaid, and chauffeur is talking about “special packages” on the ride home with winks and head tilts.
Kyle — who, per Julie, “can’t dress hisself” — is picking out attire for the couple.
This is the point in the show that presumably spoils the ending (if things follow the form of every previous episode): Low-level distress turns into teachable moments and family unity before the credits roll.
Oh, the ‘rents stop for pastries to take home to the fam — this is a goodwill gesture to repay the ute’s goodwill planning gestures. But, lo and behold, grandmama’s Christian Mingling has reeled in a gentleman caller, who is there (at her pad) when they stop by en route home. (Insert quasi surprised-face emoji here).
Scott Holiday’s his name. And macking is his game. (Also, he serves as a perfect launching pad into a discussion re: Todd’s dad’s 2012 death and how the pain still lingers.)
Oh, they find a location for the department store. Family-unity moments ensue. Yay.