Thank you, ABC, for Desperate Housewives. While it may not be consistantly funny, it usually manages to make me bellow at least once an episode.

Dreams not involving a thong. or a pole

I couldn't stop laughing over this scene. Hell, I'm still laughing. Marcia Cross has been my hero ever since The Scar, even though it was her exaggerated plots that were the beginning of Melrose Place going from bad to ludricrously bad.


With that said . . .

Good Evening, Mrs. Huber.