Truly, Madly.

I just finished watching the premiere of Mad Men. I am wearing red lipstick. I am wearing a vintage-y negligee. I made popcorn. I made myself an Old Fashioned, and though I prefer bourbon, I made it with Canadian Club, because that is what Mr. Draper prefers.

(My husband, upon noticing the lipstick just before the episode began: “Jon Hamm can’t see you through the T.V., you know.”)
(Unrelated: do you put on lipstick before particularly nerve-wracking phone calls, or is that just me?) (I recommend Chanel “Samoa” for bill collectors).

Anyhow, the premiere was excellent, and if you have not already watched it in your OWN vintage-y negligee, well, why not? That’s no excuse, whatever it is. The rest of you, feel free to share your Mad Men-related thoughts in the comments. Pete: kind of adorable this episode, with the dorky dance? Don: unaccountably yet MORE attractive? Joan: sad, possibly headed for affair with Moneypenny?

p.s. Simone’s nanny leaves for grad school after this Thursday, and I need to find someone new right away, someone who can work four whole days a week (SOB! MY BABY!) instead of the two I have been needing until now. I am having a palpitation about it. I can’t put Simone in preschool for another year, according to her pulmonologist, but do you know how much an almost-full-time nanny costs? More than I have, that’s how much.

p.p.s. Simone can walk! Hooray, and yet, NO. NO, NO, NO. This is how it begins, you see. She starts by walking away from me, and eventually ends up halfway across the country doing god knows what in college, and never calling home.

p.p.s. I hope to have some book news for you very soon, but not just yet. Please keep your fingers crossed for me a few days longer.