Oh. Man. I can't wait until tomorrow when Margo discloses her modest piece of good news ("I slept for eight consecutive hours last night" or "It's been weeks since I've had a hangnail") and Lu Ann, unable to contain herself any longer, bursts through her bedroom door like it's made out of plywood and screams "IhavegoodnewstooI'M GETTING MARRIED!!" in as excited and dramatic fashion as when she found out she was going to South Dakota. Then of course Margo will deconstruct her good news into bite-size chunks of wounded pride and desperation. As she will!
Speaking of which, I can't believe it's taken me this long to ponder, but are they really living in a three-bedroom apartment in Manhattan, or are two of them doubling up? I like to think of Tommie and Lu Ann having bunk beds.