The show opens, as it often does, with an eyeball opening. Eyeball close-ups are their money shots. Their go to moments. We then find out that the eyeball in question is attached to a reasonably attractive late thirties something blonde woman. She is in her house (or is it? I don't trust anything I see on this show...). She stands up, checks out her rack in the mirror and then puts on a CD. And its one of the really cheesy sixties pop crap Downtown by Petula Clark. This seems to cheer her up as she is wiping away tears. Or maybe the line "Just listen to the rhythm of a gentle bossa nova" is just so lyrically beautiful she can't contain her emotions. I feel the same way about The Thong Song. Whenever I hear "Baby I know you wanna show Duh dun duh, That thong thong thong thong thong" I get positively misty. In my eyes that is. rimshot!

Then a beeping. Oh god, the numbers! She must enter the numbers or we will all DIE!! Wait nope, it's just the oven. She's burning muffins. Which happens when you decide to take a nap while baking. She grabs for the muffin tin and burns her hand unlashing the muffins on an unsuspecting floor. Then the doorbell rings. She answers it and sees her nosy but lovable elderly next door neighbor. Ah well, it looks like the "this is another hatch" theory is out. But still, the whole scene, including their folksy neighborhood plumber working on your pipe jokes is a little too Andy Griffith for my tastes. Methinks something is up.