Is she seriously practicing on a stripper pole in her bedroom WHILE HER KIDS PLAY GAMES IN THE CORNER?
What the hell do I say to something like that? I could say something positive about how she's maintaining her steady job to support the kids. I could say something smartass about how her kids are f'ed for the rest of their lives and how they'll need continuous therapy from kindergarten on? Or I could just let your imagination run wild.
For those of you waiting the recap from the weekend, I'll get to it once I get the pics emailed to me for the time on the water. Here's a set of recap hints: Zombies, Art at E&H, skiing nuclear waste, Cordova Flying Saucer, one last drink, Blue Monkey, fuzzy memories, and lots of hangovers.