Why is it that every time we say “I don’t think we have a lot to discuss this week” that we find ourselves handling the girthiest of episodes? A Pinot Blanc makes an enemy out of Daniel by not being honest about its buttery intentions (we were lied to). Max has opinions about your engagement announcement and enters the running for the Chrissy award. Then the besties finish a bottle or two of wine, hunker down and discuss everything under the sun, just so long as it’s not Barbie. Cheers!
