We begin this week with yet another person worried about Kandi's relationship with Todd -- Kandi's manage Don Juan. Like Kandi, I don't quite understand why everyone equates her getting married with Todd taking over her finances and businesses. You'd think she announced that she was engaged to Bernie Madoff.
Meanwhile things aren't going so well for NeNe.
With The New Normal cancelled and Glee on hold, NeNe's having some trouble getting back into the swing of being an Atlanta housewife. Luckily Gregg is there to lend a helping hand. And a helping glove.
Cynthia goes to the hospital for her fibroid surgery. What she didn't realize was that it would be a dual bikini wax/fibroid surgery, since the doctor must have forgotten to mention she'd have to be bare down there for the operation. Oops!
Porsha's made her and her two (twin?) dogs Coco and Chanel quite comfortable at her mom's abode. I was worried that Porsha's mom might be feeling the strain of having her two daughters around so much suddenly, and then Porsha said they were like three sisters and I had a revelation -- they are the Kardashians (minus a sister or three). Now if only Porsha's mom could somehow start dating newly single Bruce Jenner...
And over at Kenya's this was happening:
Because doesn't everyone twerk on a piano when they pack?
Now that Phaedra has a new family member, it's obviously time for one of her fab photo shoots. You may remember this one:
For the latest family photo, Phaedra has chosen to don all white since according to her "black people in white are like little black angels." And she wasn't wrong because AWWW!
Side Note: We finally got our first "everybody knows" of the season: "Everybody know a picture is worth a thousand words." (Read the rest of Phaedra's phamous lines here.)Kandi's daughter, Riley, managed to cement her status as old soul/voice of reason this week, when she got real with her mom about Todd. After assuring Kandi that Joyce's opinions wouldn't sway her because she is an independent woman, she gave Kandi some excellent advice: just marry Todd, and if Joyce has a problem, too bad! She'll be the one missing out.
Porsha goes from scratching Kordell out of their wedding album to full on breaking down on Kandi's shoulder, and you just have to feel for her.
But after all the tears, Porsha discovers that her Bedroom Kandi balls are mysteriously missing from the package and laughter ensues.
And if you thought twerking on a piano was strange, behold:
Yes, that is Kenya dancing in her landlady's wedding gown.
So after that last bit of closure(?) for Kenya, she heads out of her old home only to find the landlady had called 911 on her. Kenya thought the move out time was 5, the landlady thought it was 3, and somehow now the police were on the scene.
Oh and did we mention that the landlady's description of Kenya to 911 was THE SHADIEST THING EVER? It went as follows: black, female, medium build, tall, with weaves and contacts and implants.
Somehow I don't think that's the most helpful description one could offer to the police, but it is the most spiteful.
Luckily Kenya was able to twirl on out of there without any problems, and thus (hopefully) ends the whole house saga.
Next week it looks like there's still some unresolved issues between Phaedra and Apollo over the Kenya texts...