Jun 192005
A few weeks ago, Paul and I were watching an early episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. (Actually, I was watching intently, but Paul was somewhat distracted by work on his computer.) The episode was that horribly gripping one in which Angel loses his soul after a night with Buffy. Toward the end of the episode, as Buffy is fighting the soulless shell of the man she loves, Paul suddenly pipes up from nowhere with a plaintive “Oh Buff-a-roo!”
Of course, I was so delighted with this unexpected cry that I spent the next few days loudly exclaiming “Oh Buff-Buff-a-roo!” at random intervals around the house. (The double “Buff” was my own embellishment, of course.)
Truly, I have The Best Husband Ever. Buff-Buff-A-Roo!!!
