This is a post I'm sweet on, because the comments make me so mirthful. I thought we could all use a bit of cheer, heading into the weekend, so I'm revisiting...
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Our own Carly has been a big Monty Overbove supporter from day one. Just about the time I was secretly worried that a certain cords-wearing guy and a frosting-loving lady would hog readers' fancies (something I want, of course, but not totally, of course), Carly came by the blog and started mentioning Monty a lot. Like, in every other comment.
LOVE.
When I spoke of last year's intangible gifts from deep in my flu haze earlier this week? Carly's support on all matters of Monty was certainly a big gift.
I have a soft spot for all the people of Wilfair -- shocker, right? -- but Montgomery Y. Overbove pretty much really exists out in the world on his own. I'm always half-afraid he'll run off and start his own book, starring himself.
He probably won't, because he's committed to his cousin. Monty is frankly tired of the world seeing Gomery as this pathetic working stiff who labors at the Motel Fairwil front desk every Friday night. He's intent on seeing his cousin get a life.
All that said, Carly has nicely cared for Monty. Over the holidays she sent me an image of a very handsome gentleman by the name of Colton Haynes.
Carly writes: ...I'm trying to get a mental picture here. Would you consider the attached
dude to be Monty-esque in appearance? Pretty sure Monty has dark eyes,
but...am I close at all...
Wilfair people, what say you? I know my Monty, and you know yours. Mr. Haynes would be in my ballpark. Though in the very, very, very early days of the first book I cast Lee Pace as Monty, but by the time he's out stretched on the diving board, talking about the tar bubble with Fair, Monty had become fully himself and no one else.
Anyway. HI, Colton Haynes:
