Michelle, Michelle, Michelle. You are so cute. Please, back away from the lollipop thing and have a sandwich. Because the super skinny look is so 2000, even if the Dawson's Creek set hasn't yet received that memo. "Grams, have I ever told you you're my hero? That you're everything I've ever wanted to be?" Jen asks. Is she stoned? Grams, not realizing that her grandchild's clock radio woke her up with a selection from Bette Midler's Greatest Hits, thinks this is a very nice sentiment. Jen blathers on and on about how happy she is with her life for like the first time ever. "I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm generally a dour sort," she says, pouring a cup of coffee. Grams wraps a sandwich in tinfoil and mutters that she wasn't aware of this. Jen continues to blather and yammer about her newfound happiness and I really do think she might be stoned, except for the fact that she hasn't yet called Grams "dude." Speaking of Grams, the poor woman is clearly trying to get a word in edgewise, but it's a no go. Jen is still flapping her maw. "You know what I think it is?" she asks. "I think that the dissolution of the Lindley marriage has actually restored my faith in humanity." Grams rolls her eyes, bless her. "If those two loons can take steps to improve the quality of their lives and the lives of those around them, then anything is possible," Jen finally finishes. Grams just stares at her. "What?" Jen asks. "What's happened to my granddaughter?" Grams asks. "If you've eaten her, I want you to spit her out this instant." Oh, sweet Grams. Clearly this young lady hasn't eaten anything in weeks. Jen just smiles, as the phone rings. Grams answers it, and begins cooing to Clifton Smalls. I love that Grams has a boyfriend. In fact, I just love Grams. In many ways, I wish this show featured only Pacey, Jack and Grams. They could call it Two Guys and a Grandma. Jen could be a recurring guest star. Anyway, Grams is making plans with her boyfriend for later on, and Jen wanders out into the foyer, where Jack is waiting for a safe moment to hustle his latest conquest out the door. The young man in question has a ponytail, which is horrifying to me. Jen waves them out the door, and smiles. What is up with her hair? Her face looks lovely -- I think she had her brows reshaped, or something -- but the hair is very, very, wrong. It's sort of like Barbie Goes to Hell.