Bree, her hair down (more yay) and in a very cute cashmere sweater (white with built-in black neck sash), is at Dr. Goldfine's office. She is telling him about her rash, and insists that it had absolutely nothing to do with, as Dr. G suggests, a subconscious desire on her part to sabotage things with George, or any lingering feelings that "making love" to another man would mean she was cheating on Rex. Bree: "Rex is dead. You can't cheat on a corpse." In any case, Bree doesn't even believe in the subconscious! Dr. G points out that, clearly, something subterranean is going on: Bree's been rubbing her vacant ring finger throughout the entire session. Bree looks unsettled by this observation. And yet? While some of this is clearly about Bree missing Rex, isn't it possible that the finger rubbing is simply the tic of absence that comes from the sudden removal of any ring or piece of body jewelry that's been in place for a long period of time?

Down at Lynette's office, there's a staff meeting going on. Bossy Boobs tells Lynette that she's "on point" for Monday's re-pitch to the Kamorov vodka people. Lynette, who is somewhat frantically shoving bagel into her face, says that she's up for challenge. Bossy then asks Lynette to do her a favor, though, and maybe not wear the green suit? Lynette haltingly says that she wasn't planning to. As she says this, she wipes her mouth with her "fuck you" finger. Smooth! Lynette asks Bossy what's wrong with the green suit, and Bossy tells her it's the fabric: it has this "quality" to it that makes it seem like you could "wipe it clean with a damp cloth." This quip earns a few titters from the staff. Bossy pushes Lynette to name which suit, exactly, she plans to wear -- certainly not the grey one, right? Lynette mentions the blue one, and this gets even more laughs. Bossy calls over receptionist Stu, and asks him do his "Lynette and her blue suit" impression, which he did for everyone at lunch. Stu seems somewhat shamefaced about this, so Bossy does it for him: she takes some bagel crumbs and rubs them into her shoulder, saying, "Look at me! I'm Lynette! I've got food stains everywhere!" Lynette's face falls, and, really, this seems unusually, impossibly cruel and clearly something that any normal, real-world boss would confine to one-on-one feedback. Also, I don't really remember Lynette ever looking notably threadbare at work? I mean, she looked good on "Boogie Shoes" night. Though maybe I was just distracted by all the gyrating. Lynette asks, if she gets the suit dry-cleaned, will that be acceptable? Stu points out that the pants also have a split seam in the back. Bossy gives Lynette a big, smug look. Yuck.