You know how I laugh when people fall down? Things have just been taken to a new level.

Roger gets my sense of humor.

Last night on Mad Men a secretary drove a John Deere riding mower over a smarmy British guy’s foot. He went down like a French prizefighter and I nearly fell off the couch, so violent was my laughter. Something about the way Harry looked mortified when a fine mist of blood hit his crisp, white oxford shirt, and then Lois drove the mower straight into a plate glass window... I was in hysterics. So much so, that I had to rewind the scene a few times and guffaw again. And if you saw me walking into work this morning, that chuckling was the result of my playing the scene over again in my head.

I have no excuses.