You tried to put the fire out, but you used gasoline

Dear January Jones,
Fuck my life and give me that dress.

As you, dear reader, may or may not know (you most likely do not) my little sister is completely in love with Neil Patrick Harris, for obvious reasons. He is ridiculously funny. Another thing that you may or may not know is that NPH hosted the Emmys last Sunday night. Laura obvs PVR'd it, and since it's not like I had anything better to do, I watched it with her. So blah blah they were funny and whatever, but here is my point: When Mad Men won for best drama at the end (which I really don't think surprised anyone) and the cast walked on stage, I was so mesmerized with January Jones' dress that I probably spent more time looking at it than Jon Hamm's face.

In case you are somehow still unclear on what he looks like, here is a picture:

So yeah, kind of a big deal. And yes, I'll admit that I spent like twenty minutes looking at pictures of him on google images. I was trying to find one of him when he guest starred on 30 Rock and wore glasses and a plaid flannel shirt (if you know me at all, you'll understand this) but they were all kind of hideous, so I gave up. Whatever.