<p>Lol, mstee! You've managed to conjure up a mental picture that will stay with me for a while. The show is tame compared to what REAL desperate housewives have to face every day. A show based on the lives of real desperate housewives would be way too horrifying for television, and no one would watch! Not even the bottom-of-the-swamp viewers who sit through entire episodes of Trading Spouses. </p>
<p>It would begin with a woman who looks like she hasn't had a decent night's sleep for about 18 years...She gets out of bed at 4 a.m. just so she can have a couple of hours of peace. Her equally tired, but faithful dog follows her to the coffee pot, his overgrown nails sounding like a ticker tape machine when he walks. Her bosoms, which have a tendency to lag these days, eventually catch up. Two minutes after her ass slides into a big suede chair, her 4-cup, faded, plastic mug from DisneyWorld is empty, and she has to get up for a second cup. As she pads across the kitchen floor in her husband's socks, a thought emerges from the ape part of her brain...This is a convenient way to clean the floor. Oo-oo-ah-ah! </p>
<p>She checks her email and wonders if she should ask a high school classmate if he was on crack when he forwarded her an online petition to allow prayer in school because America is going to Hell in a hand basket since Touched By An Angel got cancelled. Oo-oo-ah-ah! She'd like to beat him on the head with a water buffalo bone, but something tells her just to delete the message. Then, there is email from a sister in Utah reporting the departure of their son for his mission in Portugal. Oo-oo-ah-ah! She feels her ape brain twitch and longs for an antelope carcass.</p>
<p>Thoughts of beating relatives and friends with large animal bones are interrupted by a snappy John Philip Sousa march played on her son's cell phone. This is the first of eight times she will hear the tune...March, snooze...march, snooze...march, snooze...</p>
<p>Her 18-year old junior ape had managed to cut his waking up/getting-ready-for-school routine down to 10 minutes, the day before. While driving him to the second of three AP exams, the REAL desperate housewife caught a glimpse of her son as she quickly scanned the intersection in front of the high school for a Fuzzmobile. </p>
<p>REAL Desperate Housewife: Did you get anything to eat?
Sasquatch: Uh huh...(yawns)
RDH: GAWD Almighty! Did you brush your teeth?
Sasquatch: <a href="Smiling">i</a> They'll just have to put up with my stinky breath.*</p>
<p>This would be even more horrifying in Smell-A-Vision. :)</p>