Desperate Housewives -8×19- With So Little to Be Sure Of

The cop's over-the-top hatred of Bree has to be his downfall. Does he have a vendetta against all of Chuck's exes, like his wife, or just Bree? It's all such nonsense.

I absolutely love Scott Bakula in this role. He could have made it so much hammier, which I would have hated and which is how the character seemed to be written, but he rocked.

Susan's storyline was so freaking stupid. Yeah, just bring this bullshit out of nowhere. For some reason, it reminded me of the short story Jon Stewart had in his "Naked Pictures of Famous People" about the weekend he hung out with JFK, and how his mom kept gestating pregnancies over the course of a few hours and there was an infinite number of secret Kennedys locked in the basement, some of which had genetic abnormalities and MRDD, and others were just mutants. And watch it never, ever be mentioned again. Watch out, Julie. Porter or Parker or Preston or Piccadilly Scavo will probably mistake your baby for a ham and put it in the oven at some point. He really is that stupid. But hey, you slept with the kid you babysat, which makes you just as stupid. To think I once liked you and felt you had the sense your mother lacked.

I hate Jane, but recognize she isn't even a character at this point and is simply a plot device. Lynette's reaction with the green velvet batter was awesome, though. We cheered her on. Then, though we felt kinda bad for it, we made fun of her for crying in the car. Seriously though, was this Jane's idea of a birthday gift for Tom? What a bitch. He's known you for six months. He's been married to Lynette for 25 years. Get over yourself.

Hate Carlos immensely now. Never cared for him much either way, though he was the least least favorite of the househusbands, but now I am in full on hate mode. Selfish asshole, especially playing the emasculation card. Gabby helped support your ass before- remember the whole blindness thing? Yeah, she was flirting with her clients, but that's what you do! Waitresses flirt, saleswomen flirt, personal shoppers flirt, it's what they do. Would you really be happier living in a cardboard box on Wisteria Lane, rather than the house you're in? Go die in a fire, asshole.