Poor Julia. Not only is her husband a brillo-pad headed jerk who has chosen the wilds of Mexican Girls Gone Wild living to coming home to his wife and daughter, but before he left, old dickhead took out a second mortgage on the house. Can Julia pay that second mortgage? No she cannot. So the bank is preparing to foreclose. Kevin makes plans to save his sister-in-law, despite Scotty’s protest over enabling Tommy’s douchebaggery. But Julia has different plans for her life. A life that does not involve the Walkers. Wait…what? Julia found a teaching job in Seattle and she is moving there. And, yes, she is taking the baby. Obviously Nora has to throw a dinner party. In a break from tradition no one gets in touch with their inner angry drunk and instead the dinner is a lovely showing of Walker love, tenderness, and tears. So farewell Julia. I almost liked you enough at the end there to care. Really, almost.
Remember how Holly was all "at one" with the Walkers? How she had moved past being angry with them and encouraged the Board to drop the charges against Tommy and even sent Sarah a fruit basket? Well she's either dialed down her dosage of Zoloft or she is just on Walker overload, because her anger is back. She's sick of Sarah winning every argument in front of the Board and with a little digging around in the old family business bylaws, she realizes that Ryan Lafferty, half-Walker that he is, is entitled to a vote. So she quickly maneuvers to get him hired at Ojai-ai-ai and he gets his vote on the Board. Unfortunately for the Walkers, when Justin tries to tell them that Ryan is a big fat fake, no one believes him. Undoubtedly they will soon learn the error of their ways because when Ryan cooks Rebecca a small candlelit dinner (as friends, dammit!) he makes it clear that he can't wait to torment the Walkers with his Board vote. Rebecca is not too happy about that, but Ryan is too blinded by his own craftiness and hair grease to notice.
Finally, Cute Dad and Kitty take their quasi-affair off of the playground when he is considering buying a new house and wants her input. On their way from their little jaunt, they get in a huge car accident. Luckily they are both able to walk away with relatively few injuries. Unluckily for Kitty, her booboos attract The Senator's attention and care taking. When he lets her sleep in to recuperate, he takes the baby to the park. When Cute Dad has injuries that mirror Kitty's and avoids eye contact with The Senator, The Senator, amateur Encyclopedia Brown that he is, puts two and two together and realizes Kitty is having an affair. When he confronts her, she claims that they just need to figure things out, but The Senator disagrees: she needs to figure things out. By the end of the episode Kitty is swinging on the porch at Cute Dad's new house when Cute Dad shows up. They kiss and question their future. I vote for cootie testing and an appointment with a good divorce lawyer.
Cute Dad outlines the architectural plans for his new house in the sandbox at the park. Naturally Kitty is sitting next to him nodding along to every room and design plan. Her phone rings and it's Sarah. She wants to know if Kitty has heard from Julia, but she hasn't. Sarah listens to the background noise and with a keen ear trained from years of listening to her husband at the playground and flirting with all the housewives, she knows exactly what Kitty is up to. Kitty quickly hangs up on her omniscient sister and turns back to her sandbox real estate seminar. Cute Dad explains that he really likes the house, but he's not sure it's "the one." You know, like in dating. Kitty gets uncomfortable with the conversation because she doesn't believe that universal alignment and property values go hand in hand. Besides, her phone is ringing again. This time it's Nora. She is trying not to panic, but it is her standing play date (I think in grown up talk that's called babysitting) with Elizabeth and she hasn't heard from Julia. Kitty tries to reassure her, but ends up just telling Nora what she wants to hear, namely: Go to Julia's house uninvited and see what's going on. Nora is thrilled at the suggestion. As Kitty hangs up, Cute Dad (who needs a new name because his subtle yet aggressive flirting with married women is getting on my last nerve) bemoans the loss of his home as it was trampled under the feet of a cavalcade of children, most of whom had jam hands and the aura of Pig Pen. In Kitty's mind that settles it, she will just have to see the house in person. They make plans to go to the open house this afternoon and to scare off all prospective buyers. Um...whee? Kitty's phone rings again and she sighs and grouchily answers The Senator's call. His conference call ended early and he wanted to see what she's up to. He's heading back to work soon and really wants to take advantage of their time together. Kitty tries to put him off because she has lots of errands, but eventually caves. But, no, he cannot come to the park. She'll pick him up and they can go to the pier. She sighingly (why is that not a word, spell-check? It perfectly describes Kitty's mopey (really? Not a word either? Go to Hell, Microsoft Word) speaking manner) tells her friend that she can't make it to the open house today, but maybe tomorrow? He agrees despite the fact that their six-year old chaperone will be in school. They make a date. Blush that they called it a date. And then the screen goes wonky. Do you think it's because I put my foot through it?