The Real Housewives of Salt Lake City
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Nonetheless, the show must go on, and our auditioners begin performing their renditions of production-approved royalty-free songs.
But next thing you know, our B team is getting into it outside.
Whitney, having wandered over to chaperone, is hearing about this Shahxposed account for the first time.
Angie, youre full of shit you know what your husband does, Jen fires back.
Seeing the drama play out, Heathers assistant pulls her out of the auditions to join the fun.
Heather, do you know my husband to be a bad guy?
Jen clarifies that the only reason Chris owned his mistake is because he got caught.
Eventually, Heather has to get back to business, and Jen just storms off sobbing.
And what better way to do so than serenading Heather with a gorgeous rendition of Away in a Manger?
Heather stood completely by Jen, ready to give her a total free pass for defrauding the elderly.
Jen should cut her some slack because you wont find a better friend than that.
(Inspo for Lisas forthcoming Christmas album perhaps).
After auditions, the women gather to erase the air or at least make some attempt to.
You cant just say, Sorry you keep doing the same thing over and over, she tells Angie.
Angie pulls anUnoReverse card out of her magic hat and brings up Lisas tweet of Heathers fathers obituary.
What the eff was that?
Angie mutters as she leaves the event, speaking for a nation of viewers.
Do you know what we need after going through the turmoil of that chaotic choir audition?
A relaxing bubble bath.
And lucky for us, Meredith delivers.
Unlucky for us, Seth is in there, too.
I dont think this guy realizes that we own Vida Tequila.
Im very important to God, she says, and I believe it.
Save God a seat at the reunion, Andy.
Heather has missed her and welcomes this change of weather: Its been clear skies for far too long.
Its time for a tornado.
And boy, oh boy, does she get one.
Shes trying to make her look bad.
All roads lead to Lisa Barlow.
(I told you, all roads.)
