Let’s Get Down to Business
Have y’all seen this meme?
I’m starting to think they should amend it to “You have the same amount of hours in a day as Hope Williams Brady.” Because not only did she get married, and not only did she find out her new husband was (apparently) a serial killer when he attempted to kill her, and not only did she have to recover from her attack, and not only did she reunite with her great love and sleep with him, and not only did she find out he had a fatal brain tumor and have him die in her arms that night–
–but she somehow found the time to print and frame new photos of her family, taken at the one gathering at which they were all present between Bo’s return and untimely demise.
Multiple framed photos!
To be fair, she actually seems to live in a world in which the average day has 4,000 hours, as evidenced by the fact that everyone went to Thanksgiving dinner, then headed to work like that’s a totally normal thing to do. Kayla had a meeting with hospital donors on Thanksgiving night! Those must be some truly awful in-laws these people were sharing turkey and sweet potatoes with, if they were like, “Sorry, gotta split and go give thousands of dollars away to an institution with an incredibly questionable reputation!”
And I’ve seriously never been so delighted to see a midweek filler episode as I was on Tuesday. I thought the Steve/Kayla stuff in the supply closet – yes, we’re back to Supply Closets of Our Lives — was cute and a nice change tonally, though I still don’t think the fairly thin conflict between them is enough to power five days of story a week. I’m genuinely enjoying Gabi and JJ getting closer (and JJ is apparently 21 now, as evidenced by the bottle of wine), and as MarDar as it felt for Kate and Nicole to be recruiting Paul and Gabi as their spokespeople, I was so glad to see some other people, let alone other people talking about something other than death and misery, that I barely even flinched at the logic of hiring a college-aged convicted murderer and single mother to be the face of aspirational luxury.
The Ben/Abigail stuff in the cabin has been stretched over a few too many episodes, but I’m surprised at how tense and interesting they’ve kept it. Even if I am beyond sick of seeing Ben with this dumbass look on his face.
He looks like he just realized that he forgot to update the framed photos in his apartment back home!
I wonder if the name Colin will stick for the baby once Abigail is free of Ben (and the kid inevitably turns out to be Chad’s). How will Jennifer feel about having a grandson named after the sketchy Irishman who was briefly her love interest before Nicole “killed” him? What, was the name “Peter Blake Weston” already taken?
I’ve seen a lot of complaints about Bo’s funeral and how it was too short and cheap and not enough people were there, etc. But… meh.
The funeral happened, and they hit a lot of the necessary beats. Surprisingly, Roman was the one who made me tear up, with that little salute at Bo’s casket. I don’t know what the hell people would’ve said in additional eulogies — we’ve basically gotten two weeks of eulogies for Bo already — and I thought it was smart to move the action to the wake at the Pub. Yes, in the real world it’s insane that Kimberly “couldn’t get a flight” (she had the world’s longest Thanksgiving to figure that out!) and that Frankie, Max, Chelsea, Billie, and Carly didn’t show, but clearly this isn’t anything close to resembling the real world, so I thought it worked.
Now can we move along and tell some damn stories?
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