Unfortunately their theory of purity and cleanliness involved pooping uphill from the Pythagorean settlement, then cleaning off in a communal pool at the bottom.

I just loved his opening moment, where you could see him giving himself a little pep talk, and that he had some sympathy for the desperate person on the other side of the door but also more packages to deliver.

I was waiting for someone in the episode to point that out! Lying around taking naps is the bulk of a male lion's day.

I mean, the man is terrifying when he orders chicken wings at a sports bar. I can't imagine what serial-killer-esque thing he'll come up with for a wedding.

The thing is, making vast numbers of origami cranes takes a long time. That's why "make a thousand cranes" is a blessing—you don't crank them out in an evening. But even people who like origami (young Josh) may not do the math of "so if it takes me 10 minutes per crane… and I need to decorate an entire banquet hall…"

I loved that Paula seemed to be getting along easily with Heather and Valencia, now that Rebecca wasn't awkwardly trying to force it.

Something was up—is everyone faking? half the soulmates? really just those two?—but what it was and who knew I thought they did a good job at keeping on the DL. Especially the idea that Janet wasn't in cahoots with Michael.

If the second failed trial threatens to bring down Retirement, I could see Michael fleeing right along with the Scooby Gang.

Pre-twist, I was hoping we might wind up doing The Phantom Tollbooth, traveling through different Good and Bad Neighborhoods, and that is still intact post-twist. Even if now warped.

Lamb lollipops are really good. (At least, from Ming Tsai.)

The governor of Rhode Island was on Wait Wait, and described bringing home her now-husband to meet the big Italian American family for Thanksgiving. Determined to impress his dubious future mother-in-law, Andy (or "Anthony" as mom called him) wolfed down the antipasti spread, praising it all the while. And was totally…

She did replace the cool-whip with sabayon, and had some mascarpone.

I thought they were playfully referencing how head down in the weeds things had been over restaurant wars—when they dragged back late at night, no one was doing anything other than sitting indoors staring at menu concepts. Like, "hey, there's an outdoors, I'd forgotten that."

On reflection, Brooke was working off "my son likes crepes with nutella"—which are DELICIOUS—but her final dish didn't have nutella. Emily needed to be able to stretch her "cake and cool whip" concept way farther than she actually did.

Ah. I felt really bad for him, because it was such a meaningful challenge to him and the dish wound up failing to convey that to anyone.

One of my favorite elementary science fair experiments—I always cited it in my 'this doesn't have to be expensive or complicated' talk—was from a kindergartener. She got a bag of standard jelly beans, blind folded her family and neighbors, and tested whether they could identify the color by flavor. And even though I…

• John was the exact middle of both contests.

True story: the day after the inauguration, he told reporters—people who had been right there and also had video footage—that as he started to speak a few drops of rain fell, but then God looked down and said 'No' and held back the rain. Then when he stopped speaking a downpour started.

*squeals*

Okay, the best TV shows are on the CW… they haven't caught on? Okay, make Trump president, surely one of them will realize… No? They're talking about a new CW show?