My husband likes to throw random scenarios, would-you-rathers, and quick!-who-do-you-picks at me all the time.
Once he asked me to choose between Eric Northman and Sawyer from Lost. That was a tough day.
But tonight — tonight, he crossed a line.
Young Tom Hanks.
Young Steve Martin.
Young Chevy Chase.
And it’s not a would-you-rather.
I can only pick one.
After a lot of soul-searching — for me — it’s always going to be that silver fox, Steve.