also can be titled: One Love (two, counting me)
My husband LOVES the band U2. Seriously. Loves Them! I understood the magnitude of this love when we were dating. We were on the couch
making out having quality time one evening when a live U2 performance came on TV. We had to stop right there, like mid-kiss, and watch. I remember making some sassy, sarcastic remark—because I do that sometimes—and he responded with, “If I could just tour the world with U2 I would.” He is a smart man and quickly added “Aside from being with YOU of course.” I let it slide.
One more example. My husband and I have a somewhat strict rule about going to bed together as close to 10:30 pm as possible. It is for my husband’s sake. His alarm goes off at 5:30 am, and that man needs his sleep. Well, a few years back, U2 was performing live on the David Lettermen show ALL WEEK. As I caring wife, I was concerned for him to stay up past midnight ALL WEEK. So, I logically suggested that he could DVR the U2 Letterman performance and then still be able to get a good night's rest. He just gave me a look and replied, "If you were on t.v., I would not DVR you." I responded, "Good to know I'm up there with U2."
And then sometimes his love for U2 really benefits me. Like when he comes home with a cool shirt that he wishes could fit him, but instead is only in my size.
I decided to go cool, rock mom (circa 1988) with a professional touch with this outfit.
I paired this shirt with my black pin stripped slacks.
Cue pieces to complete the outfit…
Fedora hat (copying Bono), flashy diamond & white watch, red platform sandals (for Bono’s RED campaign).
How can my husband resist this? Bono and my chest all in one glance.