The Powder Room

Claudia was confident her Snickerdoodles would win at the Calaveras County Cookie Bake-Off…

 If only she could remember to stop tasting the dough after she’d added the crushed Vicodin.

Frances' hopes were dashed.

Upon seeing her troop leader wandering into a patch of poison ivy, Frances knew there would be no s'mores around the campfire this evening.

Miriam didn't realize until it was too late.

The cruise Albert had in mind was a tuna fishing charter. Nevertheless, Miriam made the best of it, ignoring the splatters of chum that were already staining her new sundress.

Marjorie is a hopeless romantic.

News of Bristol and Levi's engagement rekindled Marjorie's hopes for a Brad and Jen reconciliation.

"Isn't that Mel Gibson curled up on the floor?"

Can you believe Mel Gibson
implied I should give him a BJ?

                       He deserves just what he got...
                       If he gets up, can I kick him next?

"I don't hear La Marseillaise."

"Zut alors," muttered Genevieve to no one
in particular when she realized that she'd missed the Bastille Day celebration and was now just a woman in a funny hat.

"That sounds like the pool man."

"I wonder if I have time to put on my new thong swimsuit?" thought Liz.

Rhonda gets a text from her beau.

"It's a text from Roger... He's breaking up with me... Hmmm... I'll be able to go with you to the luncheon, after all."

The other entrants were no match for the Patterson Sisters.

The Patterson sisters once again brought the audience to its feet at the Competitive Square Dancing Finals.

Happy Hour with Lucinda.

"Lucinda, that's the beer goggles talking. He looks nothing like Dr. McDreamy."