Alyssa had an ice-skating birthday party at Solana this afternoon, followed by pizza & cake at home. Can she really be 11? It appears so.
Meanwhile, Liz and I are getting into a soap. Basically, we've missed out on 14 years of western TV, but Sam & Annette bought us Mad Men, a soap about 1960s New York ad men. We've watched several episodes now and the main thing that strikes us is (a) how knowingly sexist it is, (b) how everyone smoked then, and (c) how similar it is to the mother of all US soaps, Thirtysomething.