I don’t “think” he’ll kill me for this post, but if I don’t write anything else after today . . . someone might want to notify the rest of my family (they all have blogs — it won’t be difficult).
I think Hubby has a thing for Jack Bauer. That’s right — a wee man-crush on Keifer Sutherland’s rugged, MacGuyver-esque character.
Of course, I really can’t blame him. I have a thing for him myself, but I’m not as fanatical in my crush as Hubby. I don’t have to watch EVERY episode each season; I don’t work myself into a bundle of nerves, hands pressed to my face, wondering if Jack will get out of this particular hour’s bind.
I don’t forget to breathe while watching Jack Bauer aggressively confront the bad guys or while listening to his gravelly voice comfort orphans.
Not that I’m saying this is what Hubby does. Not officially saying it, anyway.
