Pamela Tracy says Happy Presidents' Day. So, yesterday I'm at Grandpa's house and we're having a big valentine's dinner. (Two holidays in a row; how did that happen?) Everyone was there. Finally, it comes down to the wives in Grandpa's kitchen cleaning up after the meal. Oldest brother's wife was talking about a session (No, I don't know what kind) she went to years ago and how it was supposed to help you understand the kind of husband you needed.
All she remembered was that she wound up having to pick between Clint Eastwood, Tom Sellack, and Dom Deluise. (This should help you realize how many years ago the session was).
Hummm, suddenly middle sister-in-law stopped doing dishes. Me, I stopped cleaning the counter. And, oldest sister-in-law paused from clearing off the table because she had our attention.
Middle sister-in-law's eyes glittered. "Yum, yum," she said, not thinking about the Valentine's meal we'd just eaten, "I'd take Tom Sellack."
I agree. Tom Sellack is good looking. He'd be my second choice, not so much because he's good looking, but I like his voice. I also would be willing to watch reruns of Magnum PI. Still, I didn't even have to think. I knew who I'd take. "I'd pick Dom Deluise."
"That's who I took," said oldest sister-in-law. Middle sister-in-law's jaw dropped. "Why?"
You know, it's the answer to the why that makes a romance novel. And, yes, we usually put Clint or Tom in the hero's role. But, there's a lot to be said for the Doms, the ones who make you laugh, the ones you can come home too and curl up with in front of the telly. So, who would you pick? (I'll tell you later what each choice implied.)