Ok, watched most of the snoozefest. My observations below:
1) Is she going to treat us to a nail painting session every week? If she is, she better learn how to do it correctly. Right now her nails resemble a 9-year-old's effort.
2) what's her obsession with Bonne Maman jams? I live in the UK and it's a supermarket brand... You can get it everywhere and the products are a sugary mess.
3) someone tell Ginette to stop painting her sperm eyebrows with a charcoal
Too dark eyebrows age her terribly. She generally looks like she's aged a lot recently.
4) Smelle's constant eye-fucking herself in the viewfinder is so grating. Help.
5) Smelle's wet mouth and some white shit between her lips
Would mademoiselle care to brush her teeth in the morning?
6) Smelle has got a new victim 100%. He gifted her the hideous skiing rat ornament and she says it came with an invitation of her actually going skiing. Only a man would do that. I wonder if she can ski... Something tells me she cannot and with her coordination of a newborn calf, it will be quite a show hehehehe
7) Ginette is definitely planning on staying in Seattle long term. The single bed in her spare bedroom must have been shipped from Vancouver (there would have been no reason for it to go to Florida because Rickets and Smelle needed a marital bed and in the spare bedroom they had some sofa bed from Ikea).
I kinda feel sorry for Ginette after this vlog. She's over 60 and past 3 years must have felt like an endless rescue operation for her...
Firstly, the guy who she thought would marry her daughter (Joe) dumped said daughter out of the blue a couple of days after she stayed with them. Ginette just came back from Hawaii and was going to stay in a rented place while she looked for a new house. Suddenly, her adult daughter is moving in with her. Although she moves out after 3 months, Ginette has to help her with the move. The new guy the daughter is seeing has a kid of his own so he can't help much.
Half a year later, the daughter announces she met the luff of her life, some broke-ass tutor from the other coast of North America whom she first met 10 years ago. You're partly glad because someone else will have to babysit your daughter but you're also dying inside when you find out she's quitting her cushy job and relocating to Florida to live with the guy in his modest 1980s bungalow. You didn't raise your little princess for that! You paid lots of money for her private education and removed all life obstacles that stood in the way of her success for her to now reduce the existence to a period of unemployment in a retirement community followed by a budget wedding? Wasn't your sweet babygirl meant to wed in the Vancouver Club? Regardless, you suck it up, life happens, you start helping with wedding preparations. Lo and behold, four months before the wedding, the engagement is cancelled and you have to rush to Florida to pack up your daughter and take her back to your Hawaii safe haven. She stays there with you for a month and after realizing the savings she can make ordering clothes from Nordstrom to US address, she firmly sets her mind on remaining in the country. She heard there's a lot of bachelors in Seattle and it's almost like Vancouver weather wise, so it's a good idea to relocate there if she doesn't get her old job back. Indeed, her employer has found someone more dedicated and hardworking, so they don't want to have your daughter on their payroll again.
Meanwhile, a global pandemic ensues. Your daughter is stuck in a Seattle Airbnb apartment that you receive a monthly eye-watering bill for. As soon as the initial restrictions ease a bit, you urge her to find a permanent accommodation and you're still happy to cover the rent because your poor daughter has been unemployed for 12 months and her only joys are obsessive shopping and stringing pearls together. Weeks go by and you finally get the phone call. 'Mom, I met someone! He's the one! I'm so radiantly happy!'. What a joy. Your daughter is her bubbly self again. Now she can not only string pearls together and shop, but also cuck for your future son-in-law. You can't wait to meet him! You eagerly pack up your bags, book a rental house in Seattle, recall furniture from storage lockers all-over the land. You buy a plane ticket and finally you're reunited with your dear child. Things are looking good again. This new guy seems promising and he has serious plans regarding your daughter! Time to browse some mother of the bride outfits...