Ugh, after repeating the premise three times, Cayla finally dishes the dirt. But I’m going to do the unthinkable and defend poor Les here. I mean think about all the Lisaversaries the guy has to observe every year: birthday, deathday, Mother’s Day, wedding anniversary, Cancer Symptom Discovery Day, Diagnosis Day, Correct Diagnosis Day, New Year’s Eve, I mean come on. The guy is in the business of re-living his wife’s tragic death (and teaching or something), he can’t be expected to remember the anniversary of the day when he conned one of the few non-obese single women in town to agree to marry him in an ultra-cheapo front yard wedding (catered by Montoni’s, no less) even though it was clearly obvious that he was still totally obsessed with his long-dead wife, can he? Life is, after all, about priorities. And I’m sure he’ll make a whole huge thing out of it when she dies so ease up, Cayla, your time is gonna come.
Hey, look. Les finally got Cayla that dishwasher she asked for. Zing. Funny how he brought Summer back and updated her character’s status with a quick “don’t ask” just so he could have her set up Cayla’s woefully bogus anniversary story. If she was a real person you’d start to wonder who she pissed off up there at Batom Inc. HQ, you know? Not that I’m suggesting that we delve into Summer’s character, no, no. By no means, no. There’s no need for that, trust me. Keep her in the background and get her the hell out of here as soon as possible, please.
Anyhow, look at Les and Cayla’s tiny bed. What the hell is that? That Les throws nickles around like they’re manhole covers, I’ll tell you what. What a cheapskate.
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