Wild About Harry

BUT NOT THIS HARRY:

 
Photo originally came from here

…although his impish grin and boyish good looks are certainly charming. But, while he's the Harry of the day, I've got another Harry on my mind.

 
Photo came from here.

It's no secret that for many years now, I've had a massive bit of a crush on Harry Connick Jr. I wrote about my early crush three years ago (check it out). I once wrote him a fan letter and he wrote back!

Of course, I'm happily married, and Soup Husband Curt (bless him) patiently tolerates my ridiculous celebrity crush. Which is only fair, because he has his own celebrity crush or two that I patiently tolerate in return.

Anyway, I have been known to joke that Harry is my "other husband." And that probably isn't very nice of me. Curt chuckles along and shakes his head and doesn't say with his out-loud voice how truly pathetic I am. Why, I have a perfectly good, REAL husband! Why would I want to manufacture a fantasy one?

Well, it's time I come clean. Harry's more than a fantasy; he's been lurking around, vying for my attention. For instance, when I visited my mom in Florida in February? There's something I didn't tell you:

 

And last Christmas? Harry got a little bit peeved:

 

But that was nothing compared to the Super Bowl in January, which happened to also be Curt's birthday:

 
Yeah, he has a bit of a jealous streak.

He was pretty happy with how our family room turned out though:

 
What can I say? We were in a hurry.

I owe massive thanks to Foolery, whose recent post inspired me to such silliness, and whose mad photo editing skillz created these pictures.

I also owe a big apology to Chesapeake Bay Woman, who is no doubt going to be absolutely crushed when she views this photographic evidence that proves, once and for all, that Harry is not HER husband but mine. My other husband, I mean. Curt is still, and always will be, my husband. In real life.  Sorry, CBW. Can we still be friends?