Today. As in six months after the big rainstorm. It's raining again, or maybe it never stopped? Edie's having an open house at the still-for-sale Young house. Mrs. McCluskey, to a prospective buyer: "The police found her severed fingers in the garage. And they never found Felicia's body. I wouldn't be surprised if someday you opened a cabinet at...HELLO!" Edie swoops in and gushes that Mrs. McCluskey simply must come see the "marble backsplash," and then yanks the old woman off to the side. Edie, whispering: "What are you trying to do to me, you back-stabbing cow?" Mrs. McCluskey says that they were just talking about how CreePaul is selling the house because he's in jail, and the conversation just "flowed" from there. Edie tries to manhandle her out the door, but Mrs. McC makes a lunging dodge for the free sandwiches. "Those are for potential buyers," Edie scolds, "you withered old mooch!" "Withered mooch"! Mrs. McC scoffs at the idea of potential buyers: "Maybe you'd have an easier time with the Applewhites' house with that 'rec room' in the basement." These ladies have good zing together. It's enough to make me want to change into my "hee" tee!
Casa One-Too-Many Mommies. The house is covered in red and green, like Christmas just exploded all over their living room. Lynette is wearing a red velvet jacket (nice) and Tom is in a tie. Nora and the illegitimate Kayla are there, too. And the entire Scavo brood is lined up on the couch, wearing wintry dress-up clothes. Hey, look! Penny finally, finally made the leap from endless baby to tot! So that's one thing I can cross off my list of Desperate concerns: "Penny = a little person?" Tom whispers his thanks to Lynette for being so understanding, acknowledging that it's maybe a little weird for her to have her husband's lovechild included in the family Christmas card. Lynette kisses him reassuringly and goes over to the camera to work on the focus.
While Lynette is peering through the viewfinder, Nora sits down on the arm of the couch. She's wearing a saucy Santa hat; clearly, she expects to be included in the photo. Wow, everyone on the Holiday Greetings list is going to think Tom and Lynette have suddenly turned polyamorous. Lynette pulls Tom aside to "adjust his tie" again, and then hisses at him that he has to get Nora out of the picture -- both literally and figuratively. Tom whines that Nora sat down so fast, he didn't know what to say. Lynette: "How 'bout 'You're in the frame, bitch. Move.'" Because what illegitimate daughter doesn't love to hear her mother referred to as "bitch" by her newly discovered biodad? Lynette and Tom proceed to have one of their super-loud "secret" conferences, Lynette screaming because Nora's over for dinner three nights a week, and now with the Christmas-card thing, it's all too much! And really, I think Lynette is right on this one: Nora, it seems, has some troubles with boundaries.