People--like my mom--wonder why I like a frothy, soapy show like Desperate Housewives. If you wonder why too, check out this scene from Sunday night's show. In it, klutzy Susan thinks she had a drunken sexual encounter with her gay male neighbor. She confides in her friend, gossipy Gabby. . .and then the gay neighbor's partner comes over. Very funny, and great example of why I make an hour's worth of room in my Sundays for this show. Enjoy.