I mean Tate Donovan, whatever. He turns a nice distinguished 44 today, good for him.
Any excuse is good enough for me to go on a rant about how much I love The O.C, I have to admit. Last night while I was watching I realised that I must be getting old… because instead of (ok, in additional to) perving over eye candy like Adam Brody, I couldn’t help but think that Sandy Cohen is the type of guy I want to marry when I grow up. Assuming I grow up, and ever want to get married of course.
He’s kind, brave, wise and an awesome dad and husband, and even though Jimmy Cooper would be more fun, steady and good guys like Sandy are the way to go. Unless you choose adventure over commitment, because then it’s a tougher choice. Hmm.
Anyway, to get back to the point, happy birthday Jimmy.
P.S. Isidingo is going to get rough from tonight with tomorrow being a hectic one, if you’re a follower like me then consider yourself warned.
She said whaaat?