My darling husband has such a skewed but flattering view of reality that its hard not to adore him.
He currently has the re-runs of Cybill pre-selected on the TV as essential viewing.
He has this thing for Christine Baranski, or more specifically for her character Maryann Thorpe.
He has this thing for Maryann Thorpe because that's who he thinks I am. "Look, look! She is SO exactly like you!"
Rich, no. Elegant, no. Permanently with a glass in hand, sadly not. Sarcastic, dismissive, evil minded and up for midnight jaunts to fill bedroom windows with dead fish........................ woah wouldn't I just. Or would I?
But thats what I love; he sees me as the person I secretly always wanted to be but was too plain chicken to let her out to play. Supremely confident, unbreakable, irrepressible and with a heart of gold under the well targeted spikes. Wow.
Some days I realise I'm just plain lucky.