Happily Ever After; S6, EP 10

Every week there seems to be a running theme between multiple storylines. This week’s theme was “Surprise surgeries”

Tiffany & Ronald Ma’Boy:
The South Africa trip/ making of a Lifetime movie has just begun, and already Tiffany is unhappy. It seems as though Ronald had spent all of his allowance on the blue bunker, instead of stocking the fridge with food for his family (in fairness, he did have 6 eggs and a beer). The Family Ma’Boy all took a trip to the grocery store where they picked up a few staple items, such as pink bologna, chicken parts, and tons of cereal. Unfortunately, Ronald left his credit card at home (You know, the one with Zied’s face on it), and didn’t have enough Rands for all of the erRands they were running. Tiffany ended up having to spot him about $60 towards the $280 food bill, and made sure to take note of this incident in the “check minus” column of Ma’Boy’s report card. 
The family returned home and Ronald headed straight for the kitchen to unpack the groceries. Tiffany, feeling the exhaustion from the long flight, wanted Ronald to take the reins with baby Carley for the day, but apparently multitasking was not his thing. She whined and pouted, as she took out Ronald’s report card yet again to chalk up another negative in the “childcare” department. Ronald did make a slight attempt to watch Carley by giving the toddler a plastic bag to play with, because it seemed like a good idea at the time…Instead of taking the baby off of Tiffany’s hands in her moment of sleep deprived need, Ronald turned to his janitorial duties, making sure to thoroughly mop the floor because he claimed he wanted it “dry”. He was probably questioning if it was time to shove his family in the bunker, which ironically had the word “SMILE” on the outside of the door. (Also the genius put cardboard down on the freshly painted floor, causing the cardboard to stick, but at least it created agreat Father-and-Ma’Boy activity, as they have the next few years in the bunker to enjoy scraping it off)
The night shift was no better, as Ronald slept soundly while Tiffany tended to the baby yet again. The next morning she confronted Ronald about his lack of participation with his daughter, primarily in the “poopy diaper” department. He felt like it was Tiffany’s wifely duty to change the grossest of diapers, since he’s “not really into them”. Tiffany stormed outside to warm her shoulders and let off steam, since she realized her husband is basically useless. Ronald joined her outside, vaping, as he listened to her complain, but still maintained he was doing the best he could. He feels as though Tiffany is just dangling his family in front of him as motivation to ya know….be a grown up, and she was threatening to leave if he doesn’t live up to her expectations. Looks like bunker time is almost upon us…. We’re going to need more Pologny.  

Elizabeth & Undrrrei:
Well, we’re still on the side of the road where we left off last week, during the road trip from hell. Undrrrei and Becky are still fighting over finishing their “fots”, and I’m ready to suck on the tailpipe of the RV. I honestly don’t even recall what they were fighting about anymore, but I can promise you it doesn’t really matter. They decided to stay at an AirBnB for the night to break up the torturous 16 hour journey. The AirBnB experience was less of a break and more of an extension of the RV, as a big fight erupted between Libby and Undrrrrei. It appeared that Libby was trying to pack and get things ready, when Undrrrrei decided to take a leak and leave baby Eleanor to her own devices. Libby recanted the dramatic rescue story, where she had caught baby Eleanor heading up the stairs and saved her- mid fall, getting a hang nail in the process. 
Of course Libby’s screaming and Eleanor’s cries only brought more heat onto Undrrrei, who absolved himself from the entire ordeal as he cursed emphatically in front of the family children.
It was truly a bonding experience for Libby and her sisters, as they joined in on hating Undrrrei, before loading up their crap and returning to their rolling torture chamber. I think what this trip is really missing is a mascot…and I think that mascot should be the baby donkey from Moldova. Nobody could be mad if there was a picture of him taped to the dashboard (though I think they need about 5 pictures of him at this point). 

Big Mike & Nataloonie-toon:
Meanwhile Back in Squim…..(Well, Seattle)…
It appears that Natalie has made a friend on the interweb named Julliana, who is Russian and also immigrated to the United States with her man. The two really connected instantly and Natalie claims that Julianna is her first real friend since her big move (Of course this is a major slight to neighbor Tamara, her alleged “only friend”, who’s probably still mad at her for not forking over the gas money from driving her all over during her pre wedding shenanigans). Natalie went to Juliana’s house to make dinner and talk about boys. Apparently Natalie’s new friend is some kind of mythological Game of Thrones character, as she answered the door wearing a weird headband and flowy cape-like garment. (At first I thought she was going to be Natalie’s “personal psychic” since half of the cast members seem to have their own personal psychic, but I guess Natalie hasn’t reached that status yet).
Natalie headed into Julianna’s kitchen where the two were making a feast of both Russian and Ukranian foods for their dinner plans with Mike, who would arrive shortly. But before Mike came over, Natalie mentioned to Julianna that she had scheduled her very important surgery. Apparently the altitude had been making Natalie’s nose run ever since her arrival (and possibly made her lose oxygen, which would actually explain a lot from the last two seasons) so a nose job was just the fix. Her insurance, which I’m guessing is through Mike’s job, only covered some of the procedure (I’m guessing the deviated septum part), but not the rest, and it was going to be very expensive. Natalie was afraid to tell Mike that she had already scheduled the surgery, being that she had only mentioned it in passing. Scared by how he would react, she felt it best to tell him in front of Juliana (possibly because Julianna is actually a witch and could turn him into another pet rat if all else fails).

Big Mike brought his A game as he came over to meet Natalie’s very random friend, bringing bouquets of flowers for both ladies. He was ushered to the table to try the native dishes of each chef, while Natalie wore a traditional Ukranian flower crown to be her own centerpiece. She wasted no time blurting out the surgery news, waiting to see Mike’s reaction. He seemed to stay calm (possibly fearing Julianna’s powers of sorcery) and simply seemed to want to know the date, so he could take off work and be supportive. Mike seemed to only be mad at the fact that Natalie didn’t tell him she had scheduled a surgery (thus our theme of the week). 
Back home in Squim, Mike was trying to teach Natalie a thing or two about servicing her truck. Of course this somehow brought up the topic of the surprise surgery, and the fact that Natalie doesn’t communicate anything to Mike, leaving him in the dark. They had one of their bizarre and unproductive explosive signature fights, before sweeping everything under the rug once again so they could resume their chores for the day. 
My main concern is if there was a “Tom & Jerry” situation going on inside of the house with the whole cat/rat scenario. Julianna… if you can hear me…..please use your powers to make Mike and Natalie disappear. 

Yara & Jovi:
Yara and Baby Mylah are still at Patron Saint Gwen of the Swamp’s house, as Yara recovers from being sick and Jovi is still away at work. He called in via video chat, only to share the bad news that his work detail has been extended, and he now won’t be home until the day after Christmas. He followed up the first blow with another; The couple’s lease was almost up and he now wouldn’t be home in time to help Yara move all of their stuff and find a new apartment. Yara was very upset with the situation, but decided she’s going to pick her new location and apartment based on her own preferences, since Jovi has been gone for the majority of her first year in the U.S. Of course Jovi did offer up his friends and family’s aid in the move (and this whole ordeal is going to set him back a few pairs of Gucci sunglasses). 
Gwen was happy to help Yara move, even though she was a little put off by some of Yara’s princess behavior while she was at the house. She and her mother headed over to Yara and Jovi’s old place, only to find that most things weren’t packed at all. They got to work packing and straightening while Yara reclined with baby Mylah (and hopefully a team of movers was on the way after the cameras stopped rolling. I was already getting anxious thinking of Gwen’s mother moving heavy boxes). 
The new place Yara had chosen was 45 minutes outside of New Orleans, and a safe distance from the drunken projectile vomiting on Bourbon Street. Yara was looking forward to having more trees around, more space, and an overall more family-friendly environment for the baby. Now that they got most of the big happenings in their lives out of the way, I’m guessing next week’s episode will be about Yara doing some shopping for passive-aggressive sparkly rugs that Jovi will hate. So much cool. So maach.

Angela & Michael:
Meemaw is still reeling over the breakup with Michael and headed over to Lawyer Lew’s office for a consultation/ therapy session. She came in hot, telling LL that she was looking to get a divorce, both domestic and abroad. He explained all of the details involved in the process, including the fact that if the couple were to reconcile, they would have to reapply for the Spousal Visa all over again, which would ultimately look really bad for immigration. He reminded Angela how much time, money and energy she had put into this relationship and asked her to really think about what she would like to do before taking action.
Back in Nigeria, Michael had a little therapy session of his own with his old friends, the Goofballs. The gang were happy to be reunited with their old pal Mike, as they sat in a dusty lot to discuss his new found freedom. Michael explained that his relationship status just changed to “single”, since the couple had been doing nothing but virtual fighting for the past few months. The goofballs were somewhat able to hide their excitement over the news, as production played flashback scenes of Angela yelling at THEM during some of her former trips to Nigeria. Michael revealed that the recent fighting took place after Angela had her gastric sleeve and breast reduction surgeries. The goofballs were all shocked to hear about the reduction, since everyone knows “Big boobs are the best!!”. More than anything, Michael felt hurt that he only found out about the surgery the day before (you know, because this week’s theme is “Don’t Tell Your Husband You’re Having Surgery”). He felt he couldn’t even speak to Angela lately, as she was even more fired up than usual, yelling at him constantly and accusing him of lying/looking for other big boobs to play with. The Goofballs encouraged Mike to be “the man” and stand up to Angela, not-so-secretly hoping things don’t work out. Michael ended the segment by claiming to still love Angela, but being worn out from the drama and ultimately looking to reconcile if she could listen to him equally. As if they hadn’t ever met.

Brandon & Julia Gulia:
Brandon and Julia were heading to the big city of Richmond to look for their very first apartment. 
Julia decided to play “personal stylist” with Brandon, selecting a 60’s beatnik poet looking black turtleneck and some aviator sunglasses, which seemed to be getting her hot in the pants. They arrived at the apartment building and Julia was in love with all of the space, especially when it came to the closet space. Brandon had to be a killjoy, putting the kibosh on the apartment due to it’s $1800/month price tag. Julia was crushed, especially since they left her dream place and headed back home to the stinky farm. Hopefully Brandon’s sexy turtleneck worked overtime to keep Julia from hating him. 
Realizing that getting an apartment was going to be expensive, Julia headed into town yet again to try and get a job at a “gym club” as a dance instructor. She met with the manager of the gym club to demonstrate her “skills”, making sure to slip into a pair of heels before showcasing her talents. Julia’s dance number was more geared to an interview at The Bada-Bing than “Crunch Fitness”,(reminiscent of Demi Moore in “Striptease”) but the manager entertained the idea of her teaching these moves to the mixed crowd of gym-goers. The middle aged male manager had her showcase her teaching skills by helping him to learn how he too could be a Russian go-go dancer (Of course this entire scene was completely scripted, but it was entertaining, nonetheless). Though it is unclear if Julia got the job or not, it was a day away from the farm, and that’s all that really matters.