By Curt Schleier

The Lord works in mysterious ways.  Poor Nancy Botwin (Mary-Louise Parker) has to set up a whole new distribution system.  She has a lot of grass to get out into the market place and a limited number of buyers. Son Shane (Alexander Gould) has created a website allowing people to place orders on line, but Nancy needs people on the ground.

This brings us to Tara Lindman (Mary-Kate Olsen), the young evangelical who is saving her virginity – but little else for her husband.  “The Lord wants me to sell pot and He wants me to buy a new convertible,” Tara explains.

Nancy is not pleased with the idea of bringing an outsider into the operation, and punishes her son Silas (Hunter Parrish), Tara’s beau and the one she is not having sex with in the same way a recent President did not have sex with that girl.  He is reassigned from marketing and sales to production, where he is placed in charge of Conrad’s (Romany Malco) scut work raising the crop.  Or as they say it more colorfully, he becomes “Conrad’s bitch.”

Meanwhile, Nancy continues to pursue Valerie Scotsman, the former wife of Nancy’s former husband, the murdered DEA agent.  And miracle of miracles, they do become friends.  Because the Lord works in mysterious ways.

Celia Hoades (Elizabeth Perkins) feels she’s finally in a good place.  Her relationship with Sullivan Groff (Matthew Modine) is progressing nicely, as is her divorce fro hubby Dean (Andy Milder). Did I mention that the Lord works in mysterious ways?  Dean gets into a motor cycle accident and she is the one charged with overseeing his recovery.  Yet when she goes to sell the house Sullivan “gave her,” she discovers it’s not in her name, after all.  Did I mention…?  Of course I did.


Sullivan, meanwhile, grows sufficiently confident to take back the gold club membership he gave as a bribe to Doug Wilson (Kevin Nealon).  But you don’t fool around with Wilson.  He blocks off the sewage pipe between Majestic and Agrestic, setting off a geyser of foul-smelling effluent at the grand opening ceremony.

It turns out more than the Lord work in mysterious ways; so do the WEEDS creatives.  How they come up with this stuff week after week is mystifying.