I am so excited I feel like getting dolled up, hair flipped out with a wide headband and a bloody mary in hand to sit down and watch the show while my bf sips on his bourbon and smokes a cigar.
Don Drapper, who will be your new muse this season.... and how much more trouble can you get into?
Oh the drama of the sixties! The shorter skirts, the young radical liberals, those crazy hips swaying on the dance floor (how dare they do that in public!!) And the desperate housewives. Depression diagnoses. Boredom. But smiling through it all. Because its better to fake it then actually speaking your mind right?
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