Oh you Grey’s Anatomy folks…you’re so clever with your product non-placement.

Sooooo…how much do you all wanna bet Callie comes over to The House on the next episode and finds George in bed with Izzie? Then, we’d get to spend the rest of the season with the two of them insisting to everyone within earshot that Nothing Happened!

{rolling eyes}

I haven’t said, “No no no no no no no no noooooooooooooo” that much since the last time George hooked up with one of his roommates everyone knew he was hot for…except him. Look how well that turned out. For such a dork, he sure does get a lot of action.

In other news, Cardio God/McFossil arrives on the scene to make all the Attendings behave like morons, perform surgeries they shouldn’t, ignite rumors about the impending Chief Decision…and perform a little CPR on Cristina and Burke’s flatlining storyline…and pat Cristina’s ass. That McFossil…he’s a Renaissance man. And, formerly Cristina’s med school professor.

You see, when she was at Stanford, she had a three-year relationship with the guy. Now though…now she’s grown up and mature and has graduated from playing slap-and-tickle with her former superior to placating her new superior with a marriage ceremony and a white gown “if it will make him happy”. Insert face caress here.

The only good part of the show for me last night, was when Meredith and Derek were hosting dinner for Papa Grey et. al. Izzie blows a fuse in the ancient house, and they seem to sit in the dark for about an hour while Papa Grey walks the fifteen feet to the fuse box and decides to sit in a rocking chair, instead. I don’t know.

There’s a weird moment between Papa Grey and Derek, where Derek tells Papa Grey that Meredith’s worth the time getting to know…but Papa Grey seems to need that explained a couple of times before he actually seems to get it. This isn’t entirely surprising, since he appears to have blocked out all memory of Meredith’s existence up until last season, confusing her for sister Molly in an old photo.

Meanwhile, Alex comes home to eat (did I mention he’s living in George’s old room, now?) and flirt with Izzie…Cristina storms in with her latest “not fake” crisis (My inability to be normal is affecting my relationships!)…and George and Izzie get drunk (see title) after George finally tells Izzie to get her head out of her ass, then tells her to talk him back into liking his wife, because that’s what he needs his BFF to do.

Outstanding. Nothing says “go back to your wife” like waking up in the morning, naked, with her husband. Well, I guess that’s one way to break free of the Denny Spell. And one other thing…I’m tired of hearing Izzie and George call each other their “best friend”. Your best friend needs to be your WIFE, George. Your WIFE. Let me say that again…your WIFE.

Speaking of his WIFE…Callie’s rich. Loaded. Lives off her parents’ money while staying at the tony Archfield Hotel. This is news to George, because I guess inbetween room service and pay cable on their honeymoon and now, the whole conversation of finances and who pays the bills and joint checking accounts didn’t come up.

Sigh. These kids. What are we going to do about them? Maybe Papa Grey needs to put a metal bolt in the Seattle Grace Swing to prevent them all from pinching their metaphorical fingers.