... she'd have blogged about last night's Desperate Housewives by now. In her absence...
Wow! What an episode!
I often wonder how long it can go on being this brilliant and so far it hasn't let me down.
Mike, in his mysterious quest to find whoever he is looking for (Dana?) broke into some random house for no apparent reason and got himself shot in the chest by an old guy in a string vest. Like every proper American hero, rather than falling to the ground waiting for an ambulance whilst losing blood and struggling to breathe, Mike drove himself home and got a dodgy medic mate to stitch him up. Naturally, at his posh restaurant Valentine's date with Susan the next day, he bled all over his shirt and collapsed. Nice.
And we're still none the wiser (really) about what the whole thing is about, except that Felicia Huber knew Mary-Alice in her Utah days when she was called Angela. Curiouser and curiouser.
Roll on next week!