Welcome, Trashii. Isn’t our new home fabulous? Let’s get settled in our new comfy chairs and check in with our jiggly wig mistress, shall we. Previously on Don’t Be Tardy…, Kim had enough of her IUD because she felt like it was responsible for her…ummm…ADD getting worse, or at least she thinks so…maybe…what were we talking about? Oh yes, the IUD. Kroy tried to remove it for her, but he kept fumbling around until Kim reached up in her vajanky and gave it a yanky, like she was digging for gold. See what I did there? The realization that Brielle is going to be graduating from high school in a couple of years is starting to hit Kim, so she promises to make more time for Brielle away from the baby boys when she needs her–oh, Kashew wants what?–inaminit, Brielle! Kim is extremely busy with those new babies of a highly-paid pro football player, but all Brielle needs to do is send up a stress signal and momma will come flouncing and bouncing to the rescue–inaminit. This week is a double-episode season finale, and it feels like that moment when you step off of a long, turbulent flight and want to kiss the ground. The end is in sight. Ewwwww…this isn’t the Bahamas. It’s damn the torpedoes and off to the beach for their first family vacation. Kim’s daughters are disappointed to not be going to the Bahamas and having to settle for Turks and Caicos. Kim associates the Bahamas with ex-boyfriends, so buh-bye Bahamas. These people really need to get over themselves and redneckognize. For realz. Lounging about on the beach, Kim asks Brielle and Ariana if they’re excited about Kroy adopting them. Ariana says it’s hard to let go of the Bahamas, but having a dad is pretty cool and she loves the babies. Pity this is the finale and we won’t get to see Kim explain to Ariana where things come from–like money and babies and money and costly tropical vacations and money and babies. What is it, anyway, with the Bahama-drama? Did they grow up in a tiki hut at a Bahamian resort and now they’re being forced to choose between a dad who takes them to Turks and Caicos and leaving their mother island? Kim and her daughters leave the sand and head into the water to splash around for a while. Oh fun, Kim’s got beach balls–oops, my bad, it’s her gargantuan, blow-up boobs. She doesn’t like the girls splashing around and getting water on her scratchy weave. It’s time to release the kraken to rip that nasty thing off of her head. Wait, it was the Gorgon’s head that turned the Kraken to stone–stay away lil Kraken, you don’t want none a dat nasty, snakey wig. Man, this show really is gettin’ all mythic for the finale. Brielle will be celebrating her sweet 16th the next day, so she reminds them that she’s hoping for a Jeep Wrangler. During dinner, Kim reminds Brielle [...]
Welcome, Trashii. Isn’t our new home fabulous? Let’s get settled in our new comfy chairs and check in with our jiggly wig mistress, shall we. Previously on Don’t Be Tardy…, Kim had enough of her IUD because she felt like it was responsible for her…ummm…ADD getting worse, or at least she thinks so…maybe…what were we talking about? Oh yes, the IUD. Kroy tried to remove it for her, but he kept fumbling around until Kim reached up in her vajanky and gave it a yanky, like she was digging for gold. See what I did there? The realization that Brielle is going to be graduating from high school in a couple of years is starting to hit Kim, so she promises to make more time for Brielle away from the baby boys when she needs her–oh, Kashew wants what?–inaminit, Brielle! Kim is extremely busy with those new babies of a highly-paid pro football player, but all Brielle needs to do is send up a stress signal and momma will come flouncing and bouncing to the rescue–inaminit. This week is a double-episode season finale, and it feels like that moment when you step off of a long, turbulent flight and want to kiss the ground. The end is in sight. Ewwwww…this isn’t the Bahamas. It’s damn the torpedoes and off to the beach for their first family vacation. Kim’s daughters are disappointed to not be going to the Bahamas and having to settle for Turks and Caicos. Kim associates the Bahamas with ex-boyfriends, so buh-bye Bahamas. These people really need to get over themselves and redneckognize. For realz. Lounging about on the beach, Kim asks Brielle and Ariana if they’re excited about Kroy adopting them. Ariana says it’s hard to let go of the Bahamas, but having a dad is pretty cool and she loves the babies. Pity this is the finale and we won’t get to see Kim explain to Ariana where things come from–like money and babies and money and costly tropical vacations and money and babies. What is it, anyway, with the Bahama-drama? Did they grow up in a tiki hut at a Bahamian resort and now they’re being forced to choose between a dad who takes them to Turks and Caicos and leaving their mother island? Kim and her daughters leave the sand and head into the water to splash around for a while. Oh fun, Kim’s got beach balls–oops, my bad, it’s her gargantuan, blow-up boobs. She doesn’t like the girls splashing around and getting water on her scratchy weave. It’s time to release the kraken to rip that nasty thing off of her head. Wait, it was the Gorgon’s head that turned the Kraken to stone–stay away lil Kraken, you don’t want none a dat nasty, snakey wig. Man, this show really is gettin’ all mythic for the finale. Brielle will be celebrating her sweet 16th the next day, so she reminds them that she’s hoping for a Jeep Wrangler. During dinner, Kim reminds Brielle [...]