*Desperate Housewives Spoilers*

Susan needs to die. Can the writers come up with another natural disaster to wipe this bitch out? If there's a more self-involved self-obsessed moron on this planet, I'd like to know.

Grrrr... I really need to stop watching this show.

Bree and Orson are living with Susan now that their house is uninhabitable due to that stupid CGI tornado that hit Wisteria Lane (and nowhere else, apparently). Bree, in her uptight Type-A way, is cooking for Susan and her daughter and mending their clothes, etc etc. Susan loves this treatment so much she's decided to sabotage Bree's plan to get her gay roofer back on track (by having her son flirt with the guy who's twice his age but that's another story entirely). Blah blah, cue Susan acting like a nitwit just like every other episode. WHATEVER! OH GOOD GOD, now Susan's playing the sympathy card (My husband's in rehab, I'm pregnant, you're the only thing that's making me sane). Bree falls for it and I'm going to go puke now.

As for Lynette's big cliffhanger drama (are her whiny husband Tom and their horrid kids, alive?), we're forced to wait, oh, two minutes before the sparkling clean children emerge from the rubble! Oh, and the woman that Mrs. McClusky (Mrs. Landingham) invited to her basement doesn't make it. You know why? Because she sacrificed herself for the little brats. The little brats who Lynette asked to be totally annoying because Tom was allergic to Ida the dead lady's cat. Wait, didn't Lynette release the cat? What happened to that cat? At least L has the good grace to feel really crappy about it all.

Carlos is blind. Gabby's husband is dead and didn't leave her anything because she's a cheating grasping little (excuse the word) slut. Nathan Fillion's been kicked out of the house (and off the show, he probably hopes). The show's not even over, but this post is.

Humf,
Ms. P

ps. The New Hampshire Primary is Tuesday. Can Hillary make a comeback? Did anyone see the debate? I only saw one clip - where Obama tells Hills that she's "likable enough." It wasn't a classy move. Maybe he scored some crappy blow. Kitten! Neither Barack Obama or I (or is that "nor I"?) use illegal drugs anymore. We are clean and mean!

pps. I watched We Are Marshall last night. More like We Are Overacting. I can't believe there's a sports movie out there that I didn't enjoy.

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