Carrie and Miranda walk down the sidewalk -- Carrie in a cute black (Balenciaga?) miniskirt, Chanel purse, and chunky pink turtleneck. So cute! Finally, a cute, stylish, WEARABLE outfit that isn't freaky. Carrie asks Mir if Sam's gonna be fine. Mir, the so-called cynic, betrays her roots by answering quickly, "Yes!" A true cynic would say, "We're all going to die someday." Because we are. But Mir must be in the same kind of denial Carrie is, because she'd rather think everything is fine, la la la! Carrie says Sam's hair started falling out at a bad time. Was it at work, Mir wonders? No, but "she was definitely doing a job." Oh, no. Oh, yes. Carrie relays her fight with "the Russian." "'Your friend might die, yes?' 'No, you're an asshole.' I mean, I know he's Russian, but Jesus!" Well, Carrie, I know you're a twit, but Jesus! Mir says, "Maybe it's a language barrier." Carrie says, "Is this who I'm seeing, a man who kills mice and optimism?" Mir has her head in the sand as much as Carrie does. "It's not denial! They got it early! She's gonna be fine!" It dawns on them that they're being ridiculous. Carrie says it's their job not to freak out about this, and can Mir believe that they're even having this conversation? Not really. And check this out: Steve wants them to move to Brooklyn. Carrie wheels around: "Stop! That is information I can't handle!" Mir says she can't move to Brooklyn. "Even cabs won't go there!" ["For the record? Not true. Happened to me exactly once. The law requires them to take you. Shut up, show." -- Sars]

Carrie tries to assemble her espresso maker, then goes to her laptop. "If living in reality means living in pain, fear, or Brooklyn...maybe the reality is, we need denial. Denial: Friend, or foe?"

Char prepares to go out for a run. What's Harry doing? He's researching adoption. Maybe that can be a choice for them. She says Stepfordly, "Okay!" And goes out for her run.

Her run is really a sit. She parks it on a bench and waits for Trudy Stork and her loser spaniel to appear. When they do, it's turkey bacon time for the doggie. Trudy says, "She really loves you." Char coos, "Who wouldn't love her!" Trudy barks a laugh like Mrs. Krabappel. Char pauses, then says you shouldn't deny loving someone because they don't perform they way you want them to. Then she cries. Oh, Charlotte's seeing a parallel between her not being able to get pregnant and this flawed-but-fancy show dog! That is so cute and so precious and so making me want to gag! Trudy looks shocked, then says she never cared for babies. Or labs. Que?