Make Room for Babies on 'Desperate Housewives'

DeAnn Welker writes: Almost everyone was thinking about babies this week, starting with Gaby and her doll, Princess Valerie. When Carlos got the credit card bill showing she'd spent more than $800 at a doll store, he freaked out that she'd spend so much on their kids. She lied that it was something for Bob and Lee, and it made her feel good, which seemed to make it somewhat OK with him. Until Gaby blabbed to Mrs. McCluskey about her doll, and even invited her and her own childhood doll to tea.

Thankfully, Mrs. McCluskey blabbed to Carlos, who tried to talk some sense into Gaby and get her to go to therapy. Instead, they ended up heading to dinner together with a doll strapped in a car seat. When they accidentally ended up in a bad neighborhood (I'm not sure how it could have any higher of a crime rate than Wisteria, though) and got held up for their car, Gaby freaked about losing her "baby." Carlos told her it's not Grace, and Gaby cried in his arms. The thing about Carlos and Gaby is that they can always sell it, whether it's comedy (which loo-loo stuff with her and her doll was) or pain (when she cried in his arms at the end), so the payoff's so much greater than with many of the other ladies on this show.

Bree had her own baby issues this week, when an old girlfriend of Keith's showed up to tell him she'd had his baby (how many times does someone not know they have a baby in real life compared to on TV?). Lucky for Bree, he wasn't home, so she got the news and promised to deliver it. She asked Keith some vague and loaded questions about wanting kids, and then went back to Amber and told her that Keith thinks it would be better if he doesn't meet Charlie. Then Bree paid her off. Hmmm. I wonder if this will come back to bite Bree.

Bob and Lee's baby (who turns out to be more like a 10-year-old, actually) girl was going to arrive soon, and Renee designed the bedroom. When it turned out perfect, Renee got all wistful about dreaming about her own child. Bob and Lee suddenly realized she had a heart, and brought their daughter to meet her first thing. Then Lee asked Renee if she'd be the woman their girl could talk to when she needs one. Renee agreed, and Lee said he'd tell her to head over to "Old Auntie Renee's." Renee: "If she ever calls me 'Old Auntie,' I will kick her." Turns out wanting a kid doesn't mean you can't still be an ice queen.

Oh, and Susan met a Dick (whose name fit him, until she realized he was just angry at spending so many years waiting) during dialysis, and Paul almost killed Beth until the cops showed him the gun that shot him. By the way he was gazing at a picture of himself and Zach at the end of the episode, I think we can guess Paul knew the gun well -- not because it was his wife's, but because it was his son's.

Dog Headbutt Lands Martha Stewart in Emergency Room

Martha Stewart revealed she was hospitalized Tuesday after one of her pooches inadvertently split her lip with a powerful headbutt. And the domestic mogul proudly showed off the battle wound on her blog, Access Hollywood reported.

In a post titled “My Emergency Experience,” Stewart explained Thursday the canine K.O. happened at her upstate New York home as she was bidding adieu to her French Bulldog, Francesca.

With a snowstorm in the forecast, Stewart had hoped to arrive in New York City ahead of morning TV appearances while there was still time.

“As I leaned down to whisper goodbye to a dozing Francesca, I must have startled her, because she bolted upright with such force that she hit me in the face like a boxing glove hitting an opponent’s face,” Stewart wrote. “I was entirely startled and my neck snapped back. I felt a bit of whiplash as blood gushed forth from my split lip.”

Stewart said Francesca seemed to be “as upset as I was and cowered in her bed.”

After looking in the mirror and seeing a “serious gash,” Stewart said she phoned her daughter, Alexis, to ask her to make sure the local medical center could staff a plastic surgeon for the night.

“When we arrived, I was instructed to lie down and wait until the plastic surgeon on call, Dr. William Nolan, could get there from his nearby home,” Stewart wrote. “The pictures tell the rest of the story.”

Stewart went on to post 32 images from the hospital that she said her manager Betsy Perreten snapped.

Among shots of Stewart’s busted lip, her surgeon and various medical equipment was one photo aimed straight at the ceiling.
Ever the decorator, Stewart penned this caption: “The ceiling border in the little patient room could use some updating, don't you think?”