Commercials. Tuesday. Er, I think I missed Monday, sorry. Tami's on the phone at home, watering an enormous aloe plant and promising to help out to support some cause or another. Julie looks on and smirks. We follow Tami walking out the sliding glass door and see Coach Taylor outside, frustratedly trying to fix an air-conditioning unit. Ah, this is what's with all the sweating inside. Somehow, Tami's "helping" has turned into her agreeing to make 200 Rice Krispie treats, "And yes, I also prefer them with the M&Ms in." I want to be scornful, but I can't think of one cause that couldn't be bettered by 200 Rice Krispie treats. Tami's chest is quite buoyant. She trills out a southern, "Byyyeee!" as she hangs up the phone. The second she hangs up, the timbre of her voice plummets as she tells her husband, "I swear...I went to that book club meeting last night, I'm on twelve committees now." Julie calls out a "told you" from the couch. Does this girl do anything other than read? I think this is taking "bookishness" to an extreme. Or maybe her contract has something in it that precludes her standing up.