So now…the deal is whether or not the UberHusband is going to be able to see the season finales for any of these shows before he leaves. Keep your fingers crossed. My man loves his TV.

The O.C.

So…let me get this straight…Marissa & Ryan save Trey from another visit to the clink, then decide to celebrate by having sex for the first time together in the front of Sandy’s Range Rover, right in front of Trey’s apartment? In the words of Summer Roberts…eww. Fortunately, they had the good sense to go to the pool house, but I just have this strange feeling that these two still won’t hook up…too much drama at Casa De Cohen lately. I have visions of Kirsten boozily crashing her car into the pool house. Call me crazy.

Best scene of the show…when the Baywatch cast drove up to bust Harbor High’s resident coke dealer and Trey blocked said coke dealer’s escape with the truck door. BLAM! It was great…rewound it and watched it four times.

Funniest UberHusband moment: When the winery lackey welcomed the members of the press to the wine guzzling tasting, the UberHusband said he’d hoped she’d say that with finger quotes around “the press” because, come on, it’s Newport Living magazine. And it just launched two weeks ago. We hardly think that qualifies yet as “the press.”

In other news, Zach’s turning into an annoying weenie, Carter needs to shave (sounds like another Carter I used to gripe about) and Seth and Summer just need to break up. That’s what Adam Brody and Rachel Bilson wanted all along, right? For their characters not to be together? Mission accomplished. Summer’s getting annoying and it bugs me how she isn’t supporting her man but instead whines incessantly about how victimized she is by all of this. Whatever.

And…Julie crushes Caleb? Say it isn’t so.

Survivor

I think I know the names of everyone left on Koror now: Sleepy, Sneezy, Dopey, Firemany, Showgirly, Grumpy and Stephenie.

What’s up with The Hand of Probst coming down from above and basically manhandling Janu into leaving? Not that I had a problem with it or anything…it’s just…well…Survivor is starting to be influenced a little too much by The Hand of Probst. I truly thought he was three seconds away from just taking Janu’s torch away and plopping her on Coby’s lap…ending the insanity once and for all.

Can we just fast-forward to the final three of Ian, Tom and Stephenie? Please? ‘Cause really, I could do without listening to the others. And Coby…looks better without a shirt…and I don’t really mean that in a complimentary way.

ER

I had to double-check to see if this really and truly was a new episode but wait…there’s Abby and her new boy toy so yep…guess it’s new. Now, they’re late for rounds. Whoa…sounds like a plotline from Grey’s Anatomy, yuk yuk yuk! These two are cute. Abby needs some good love in her life and a guy who isn’t Luka, Carter or Motorcycle Man.

Speaking of Luka…that thing between him and Sam needs to go the way of the dodo bird and hopefully, Summer and Seth. Zero chemistry. These two went from flirtations to cohabitation to…soccer parenting? I was hoping that Luka would step up and take over Carter’s Reign when he “leaves” at the end of the season but I have an odd feeling that honor is going to go to…

SupaFly SupaPratt. Allow me to go all Randy and say that Pratt is DA BOMB…he’s more than aiiiight, he was ON last night. {{shaking my index fingers in up-and-down motion) If you’ve read my blog for a while you know that most of the time for me, listening to Pratt is like listening to Colin or Jonathan Baker or Jonathan BakerMay from The Amazing Race…I wish he would just shut the eff up because he’s only talking to hear himself speak. I guess he took Carter’s “teach, don’t mock” lecture to heart. He’s a different guy…you can tell because both the UberHusband and I made Unnecessary Breast Exam jokes to each other when Pratt was working with the breast cancer patient…and Pratt had a straight face. Swear to God. No smirk in sight.

And Neela when she’s “in charge” of a trauma…scary. Take her normal voice and make it four times louder. Oy.

I must say, I don’t blame Wendell for unloading Carter because she “couldn’t get into his head.” Want to know what you would have found dear Wendell, had you been able to get into his head? A trillion 3-letter words that start with a K, end with an M and have an E in the middle.

What does that spell? Kem! Kem! KEM!

John…Dr. Carter…please don’t name your $150 million clinic/HIV care center/food court after your dead baby. Please don’t do that. Please. Other than asking you to dump Kem and shave, I don’t ask you for that much. Indulge me…humor me.