As a bit of backstory - George Clooney is the true movie star love of my life. Sure I had juvenile crushes on the likes of Rob Lowe, Andrew McCarthy and Judd Nelson but that was way back in the 80's. And I admit that I did think I was in love with Brad Pitt for a good long time. But then he took off with the husband stealing slut Angelina and I didn't love him anymore. George isn't a teenager and he doesn't appeal to the teenager side of my brain. He isn't married and screwing around. And I love him. Deeply and forever. And you know how you have a completely unrealistic, never gonna meet him, never gonna happen free pass? He's mine. Hubby has always agreed that if George Clooney lands his helicopter in our backyard, I'm free to go. He's good like that.
Anyway... this morning I was flicking through the newspaper and came across a brief article and picture of George Clooney. Unable to contain my lust glee, I exclaimed (loudly, it must be admitted) "George!!"
Hubby stopped and stared at me. Then put on his listening face. Then shook his head in a soul-destroying pitying way. "No Honey," he told me. "That's just a plane going over. It's not a helicopter."
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I've got one of those coffee machines he spruiks, still waiting for him to come and make coffee for me.... I'll invite you over when he does!
Too cute, really, your Hubs!
Love the ads with George and God, so refreshing! Haven´t seen them in a while, though, dang, now I miss that!
You make me laugh! And I remember the Brad Pitt crush - from the Gwyneth days!!!
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