To say the wife loves Anderson Cooper is to say that I think Jennifer Aniston ranks as “eh” on a scale of “I just threw up in my mouth” to “I’d murder someone just to have her look at me!”
I mean, I can see her thinking he’s good looking… what with the perfect hair, skin, and what-not.
Just the other day a friend revealed to her that he’s gay. Her response, “that’s cool. I’d still be there for him.”
My response, “hang in there kiddo, you never know. You could lay the magic touch that turns him straight. But if you do…deal is…the dog, hamster, cat, and fish go with you!!”
Regardless, she’s a fan.
So much so that my dear friend @ieatmykidzsnack on Twitter pulled some heroic strings and got a personalized, signed autographed picture of Mr. Cooper as a Christmas present to the wife.
But I guess the part I love the most is that she doesn’t obsessively watch thousands of hours of his broadcast. Which, in my phenomenal inspector/FBI training abilities, tells me she’s just in it for the looks.
So, apparently Egypt has been kicking the living shit out of Anderson Cooper lately.
This past Wednesday pro-Egyptian government campers threw 10 fist blows at my man’s head. Yesterday, they stepped it up a notch and went after him in his “news van.”
As a side note…if he was in a Hummer…I would have even joined the group trying to attack him. But that’s a whole other blog post.
Knowing my wife tends to lean significantly towards the “I don’t read the news too much but love me some Hoarders episodes,” I filled her in on her boyfriend’s Egyptian experiences by treating it as though I was having to tell her the cat is dead.
I walked down to her basement work-from-home office, embraced her to the point to where she was in pain and wanted me to “just go away!!!”
I said, “Shnookums (cause she loves it when I call her that) I need you to sit down for a sec. I…..I have to tell you something.”
Wife: “Why are you drinking a beer at 9:18 a.m.?”
Me: “Because I’ve been traumatized on your behalf and needed something to help me get through this.”
Wife: “Oh my god what is it?”
Me: “Anderson Cooper got his ass kicked in Egypt…twice.”
Wife: “Is he alive? Is he hurt?”
Me: “He’s still reporting and I can’t see a damn scratch on that guy…I seriously think he’s a robot!!”
Wife: “Oh thank God.”
Me: “You mean Oh thank baby Jesus?”
Wife: “Maybe you should think about visiting Egypt.”
She clearly took it well.
Later that night I swear I walked in on her talking to her signed Anderson Cooper picture. But being the delightful husband I am, I just gave her a knowingly smile, patted her on the head (cause she loves that) and walked out of the room to give her more time with her love.