Ad Men

Recently, the wife and I began delving into Mad Men, a show I have honestly been meaning to watch since 2007.
With the hype surrounding the season finale last year, we knew it was time. Time to … acquire … and go for it.
Each evening of late, I’ll make dinner before we sit to it. We’ve been having chicken or shrimp or turkey because we just can’t stick to a vegetarian diet. I know I can’t, anyhow, but Megan did it for years before me. My influence is like a sticky, meaty syrup. Sorry, Megs.
Then, when the food is ready, I ask, “Should we sit at the table?” to which she responds, “No, we should sit in the living room and watch more Don Draper.”
“Let’s watch more Don Draper,” she says again.
“You know it’s called Man Men,” I reply inevitably.
She acknowledges this fact while mumbling more desires for Don Draper.

I know your game, Jon Hamm.

I’m on to you!