Becoming Bree Van De Camp?

So, last night I made this really good dinner and I suddenly had the urge to have a really nicely set table with wine glasses and candles. It was my first "official" day of unemployment and I've already gone Stepford. What's up with that?

Fortunately I asked Rich to set the table, which means two hastily thrown plates, upsidown fork and knife sitting on a small slice of paper towel. No drinks, no drinking glasses.

At a party on Saturday, I wore a skirt and pearls. I thought I was being ironic, or was I?