Don Draper Lives In My Garage

Today, my job is to go down into our garage to fetch Don Draper. (You know Don, the tasty bloke on Mad Men, master of lip-curling distain.) He's been down there for a while and I expect he will be chuffed to be out and about. (Me, husband Kevin and Don below)

I know Don's making an appearance for his new series on Monday but more importantly, tomorrow night he's expected at my 50th birthday party... Theme: 1962.

Oh some say he's just a cardboard cut-out. But to me he will always be my Don - as good as the real thing. He doesn't say much but I know he's always down there amongst the old Christmas lights. We got him for our Man Men party two years ago, seen here;  prep and night of.

I'm actually kind of surprised he's all in one piece. At our Mad Men party two years ago, the mere site of Don threw the women - including moi - into frenzy. I seem to remember cupping, kissing, some leg-over stuff and all manner of skylarking around.

Partygoers at our house getting in the Mad Men mood two years ago

Another of our partygoers channelling the 60's

There are two other goals (besides finding Don) for this weekend.

Goal 1: Don't blow my arse at the party. I am on strict instructions not to have six swifty glasses of champers at 6.30pm (just get so excited at parties!) thereby, in Kiwi parlance, "blowing my arse."

Goal 1. Buggerit. Expect more cussing on my blog now I'm into my second century.  A friend emailed me today "Do not fade..." I take it that means your language gets even saltier when you're an old bird.

Goal 3. I shall be spending rather a lot of time mastering Don's enigmatic "What?" seen today on Jo's blog. I am hopeful this will establish me as the top scary dog in our household thereby deterring any extraneous whining from the small people and similtaneously blowing off all those big people who are always conspiring to annoy me. And of course achieving Zen mastery.

So..... don't blow my arse, don't blow my arse....What?

Today I'm over the pond venting (yes, again). Lynn of All Fooked Up is featuring my WTF Fun In The Sun post about vacationing in Hawaii with the kids.  Lynn's hilarious blog is always honest and as she says "not for the easily offended." Thanks for having me over Lynn!