Casa Tearful Ejaculators. KimberBree and Rex tell Danielle -- who is combing her hair the entire time, which is very funny -- and smarmy Andrew that they're breaking it off. Calling it quits. Getting the big D. KimberBree assures the kids that she and Rex don't love them any less. Andrew has one question: "Can I live with Dad?" KimberBree looks very hurt, as Andrew smarms that she knows she and Andrew drive each other crazy. KimberBree quietly asks Danielle what she wants. Danielle just wants her own bathroom. Andrew gives KimberBree this horrible cocky little smile. There's something about him that has a George W. Bush-quality to me, and I'm not sure entirely what it is, but I think it's his tendency to look a wee bit overly pleased with himself. KimberBree just sadly announces that she has a headache and excuses herself. Rex looks like he's trying really hard not to smile. Suck it, Rex.
Kendra the Vampire Slayer and Mike are going over Mike's investigatory progress to date. Apparently, he hasn't gotten much done in the last six weeks. In his defense, he says, he does have three hundred houses to investigate, and that's a lot of work. Kendra: "Dad said last time he saw you, you were ready to quit." Mike assures her that he's changed his mind. Kendra thinks this whole thing is a waste of her father's money: "Mike, here's the thing: Dad can't chase ghosts alone. If you stop, he'll have to admit it's over. Let me have my father back." This actress is trying so hard. And she's not bad. She just needs to dial it down, seriously, like, ONE notch. Mike thinks her father -- whom I assume is the Mysterious Guy From the Park -- will hire someone else if Mike quits. "Not if you tell him there's nothing here to find," she says. Mike can't do that. They both look across the street at Susan, who is rummaging through her garage again. Kendra wonders what happens when Susan finds out he's not the "sweet neighborly plumber." Mike doesn't say anything. "You're lying to her, Mike," Kendra obviouses.
Somehow, the Dana blanket -- which Susan brought home a week ago as a wrapping for Mary Alice's hideous award -- has made its way into the box in her garage that holds her chafing dish. Because that's clearly where she would have decided to put it: "Let's see, where should I put this rag that I got at Paul's garage sale? Throw it away? No. Put it with my dust-rags? No. I know, I'll go out to the garage, rummage through a whole bunch of boxes that I never touch, and use it to wrap my chafing dish, which I haven't used or seen since 1997." Lynette is all blah blah blahing about making her own crab dip, or something. Susan is worried that Lynette is working too hard. Lynette? Maybe you wouldn't need drugs if you asked KimberBree to help you or, I don't know, served a nice cheese platter instead of hand-shucked crabs. As Lynette leaves, Susan begins to put away the blanket, and notices the embroidery. The conversation that follows is like the dumb leading the dumber: Susan tells Lynette that she got the blanket at Paul's garage sale. "Dana....wow. Dana was a baby," Lynette says. And that blanket is, like, thirty years old. We were all babies once, you MORONS.