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The Real Housewives of Atlanta recap: There's No Business Like Friend Business

Kandi wants to hide her baby bump in a music video, DonJuan wants a peach, and I just want to stop crying after Ayden’s first day of kindergarten

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This Christmas hangover episode of The Real Housewives of Atlanta was a bit of a snoozer plot-wise — the most interesting thing that happened was watching Porsha pour bottled water into a coffee mug before drinking it, which…has to be the weirdest thing I’ve seen in 2015 — but because last week’s installment was the definition of way-too-much, I didn’t mind. Plus it featured two of my favorite RHOA things: pregnant Kandi (and pregnant Kandi’s white dress interviews) and precious, forever-our-baby Ayden.

The women have returned from Miami and their lives as actual adult women who act out scenes based on things that could reasonably happen in their lives: Kenya could reasonably go on a date with her trainer; Cynthia could reasonably continue to pretend that she and Peter got that forever kinda love and like they’re not just using each other for the fame and fortune that comes with owning a Buffalo Wild Wings; and Porsha could reasonably get into a long distance relationship with a guy who doesn’t want to be her boyfriend after just being hardcore kicked to the curb by a different long-distance guy who didn’t want to be her boyfriend. Oh, wait…

Even though there wasn’t really much happening in this episode, I found almost the entire thing (excluding the parts that featured Ayden, when I was weeping and feeling an odd stir in my nearly non-existent maternal instincts) pretty hilarious. First up: Porsha getting through two solid minutes of Oliver just talking about the shape and size of her ass and coming to the conclusion, “I love a man who knows what he wants, and Oliver seems like he’s ready to go for it.” I feel like Porsha is the kind of person who responds to those Kenyan “prince” e-mails that slip through your spam filter. Also important in this scene: Porsha’s “house dress” is backless, braless, and features a plunging neckline.

But Porsha isn’t the only one pretending to look for love in all the wrong clothes. Kenya and Marlo have arrived at the gym in the grand RHOA tradition of pretending that any woman would ever want to work out in a crop top, let alone full lashes. Luckily, they don’t “work out” so much as “occasionally sit on things and then get up off them.” If anyone was trying to mess around in the weights section of my gym like that, they would get a dumbbell dropped on them. But at Kenya’s gym, she just gets a date from the large, handsome, younger trainer. Now, Kenya wasn’t awful in these scenes, and I was majorly relived to see that she swapped out the crop top for Nike shorts and a simple tee at the basketball date (somebody read Aziz Ansari’s Modern Romance with that creative first date), but who are we kidding here… We do not need to get to know this man, and I would be happier than Kandi in a Popeyes if I never had to see Kenya flirt again. Can we please get her a story line? I want to see that damn house!

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But really I’m just burying the lead here because pregnant-ass Kandi (who is looking dynamite) is making a music video with the aid of one — wait for it —Roger “two Bs, two names, four eyes” Bobb. Housewife reject Demetria is back on the scene, and apparently since Kandi thinks she’s super talented, Kandi wrote a duet for them, “Unnecessary Trouble,” that Demetria’s label wants to be her first single. So natch, they need to make a music video for it. Kandi is seven months pregnant, and suddenly DonJuan (still his real name) is highly concerned about her health, even though the original announcement of her pregnancy meaning she needed to slow down put his eyes on a swivel. But there was no need to worry… Kandi gets to the set, straps on a pair of thigh-high bejeweled boots and Works. It. The hell. OUT. Because Kandi is and always will be a badass boss who surrounds herself with stone-cold chumps.

Speaking of chumps… Cynthia and Peter are still trying to get their relationship back on track, and we are still having to hear about it. Peter sent Cynthia some yellow roses, which she calls “nice and simple and sweet” while scowling. So, no, they shan’t be making her forget that he sniffed some hostess’ neck on The Shade Room. So Peter drives all the way from Charlotte to where, y’know, he actually lives in Atlanta to give Cynthia a little romancin’. He sets up a little picnic in the park complete with gazebo and an artist to commemorate the occasion — that he was actually in the same space with his wife for more than 15 minutes — but they spend most of the time reflecting on how “ambitious” they’ve made each other, which just simultaneously skeeves me out and makes me sad. It makes skad.

NEXT: Weep-fest, party of everyone…