Playing with dolls — It’s morning
and in bedrooms everywhere, people are rising to meet the day. Meredith and
Derek are either up really early, or very late, because they’re dressed and
packing more of Meredith’s mom’s thing.
Meredith finds her childhood doll, Anatomy Jane, complete with removable
organs. She tells Derek that as a little girl, she made up names for the parts
she couldn’t remember. The twash is connected to the chubble, which is
connected to the slivvey. And of course, there’s everyone’s favorite, the jelly
This probably disgusted Meredith’s accomplished, impossible-to-please mother
because as the fruit of her loins, Meredith was expected be able to locate and
explain the transverse colon by age seven.
Upstairs, Izzie wakes up to find Alex sitting on her bed, watching her like
a creep. Only on a TV show does one emerge from a dead sleep, roll over, find
someone staring at them, and all they have to say is, “What are you doing
here?” In reality, there would be lots of shrieking and falling backwards
out of bed in a kicking, screaming panic.
Having slept together for the past week, Alex isn’t sure if he and Izzie are
exclusive now. Will she be sleeping with anyone else? Should he cancel his
bootie call with the chick from pediatrics? Instead of answering him and
letting that be the end of it, she huffs, calls him an ass, and pads into the
bathroom to pee.
Leaving lines out does not a story arc make. Meanwhile, Izzie sleeps in a summer
cocktail dress because you never know when you’ll be sleepwalking into a garden
Elsewhere, Callie and Erica in bed together, laughing giddily, and it’s not
because it’s Pizza Day in the cafeteria. They just had some morning sex and
apparently, there’s only one way to describe it.
Erica: That was amazing!
Callie: Yay! It was for me, too!
Erica: I mean, that was amazing!
Callie: Me, too!
Morning sex is amazing.
Not as amazing? The nightgowns that Callie and Erica
are wearing. They come complete with their own nightmares. Go wipe your mouth, take
off that von Trapp window curtain, and put on some decent lingerie.
Why do the gayellas get the fugly wardrobes when Izzie gets to look like
Audrey Hepburn? Someone forgot to ask GLAAD what lesbians wear to bed. Or
worse — they did.
Erica doesn’t notice Callie horrendous sleepwear because A) Callie wasn’t
wearing it most of the night; and B) she’s having a Helen Keller-worthy