I wonder if Brooke Shields agreed to do the show only if her Colgate commercials were shown? Ponder that and get back to me while I go inhale eighty cupcakes laced with tequila, would you?

After the break, we head on over for a peek at Wendy's disastrous home life. She and her hubby are in bed, dead to the world. Her cell phone rings and she groggily answers it. Unfortunately, Julian Sands is on the other end, and he's none-too-pleased with her. We know this because he utters the unintentionally hilarious line, "Did you know that DreamWorks are also planning a Galileo project?" HAHAHAHA. Wendy's not finding this as humorous as I am, however, and she asks him where in the hell he is that he's calling her when it's still dark outside. He's in London, and he doesn't give a good goddamn what time it is in her world, what about he damn Galileo project?! Shane, Wendy's husband, grumbles something and rolls over, as she heads out into the apartment to find her notes.

She assures Julian Sands that their project is still on track and Leonardo di Caprio is attached and none of this matters because right now some little boy enters the bedroom screaming about how he stepped in the cat's vomit and, sadly, this storyline is slightly more interesting than the one involving Wendy explaining to Julian Sands that Leonardo di Caprio's Galileo will be the best. Galileo. Ever. Chaos erupts around the house as Wendy continues to talk to Julian Sands. The cat pukes on the pillows, Shane gets out of bed, the kid yammers on and on until finally, Wendy ends her call and asks everyone what's going on. Her son informs her that the cat went under the bed to die. I think I'm going to join him.

The older daughter enters the room and asks who's dying and Wendy says no one is and then she tells her daughter to go back to bed because it's so early and Shane complains that Julian Sands doesn't seem to care how early it is and he and Wendy bicker back and forth about Julian Sands and it's fairly clear that their marriage is a bit fractious when it comes to Wendy's job. Gee, wonder if that'll be important later on? Note to self: Check and see if The Dresden Files are coming back to Sci-Fi, because as much as I loves me some Paul Blackthorne, I'd really rather see me some Paul Blackthorne as Harry Dresden. (P.S. I saw Mr. Blackthorne in person at some Marie Claire shindig at the Hearst Building and he is just as adorable and rumpled and tall as he looks on this show. I was too chickenshit to go up and tell him how much I loved him, though. Also, I had four pomegranate martinis in my hands. Yes, they were all for me.)