A few days ago, The Husband was reading an article about
Hugh Hefner. He put the paper down and announced to me ‘This man is my ido!’, punching Hugh’s wrinkled face on the paper, even as he smiled impishly.
I rolled my eyes.
This morning an article on
Silvio Berlusconi caught his eye. ‘I love this man, he’s my idol!’ Unfortunately there was no accompanying picture of the comical Berlusconi to punch on paper, though the mischievous smile was.
‘Interesting choice of idols...’ I responded, adding ‘ ...if you must know, then Elizabeth
Taylor is mine...’
You could have heard a pin drop.