Lemon Grrrrrl
New Yorker
Okay so Sunday I went to watch my Dolphins lose to the Seahawks (don't even talk to me about it). Anyway all around me were people who made me do double takes. There was about a dozen and a half guys wearing black beanies and goatees that I could have sworn were Edge, and a couple of strikingly handsome (my hubby is asleep now so I can say that!) silver haired fellas I immediately pegged as Adam.
The icing on the cake, however, came tonight. My honey was watching TV and I strolled into the living room to see an advert for a "Thanksgiving Bonoathon" - my jaw dropped, the drool started (my honey is very understanding of my Bono addiction!) and then I re-read the title: "Thanksgiving Bondathon." What a letdown!
Oh, and an hour after that out of nowhere I just decided to gyrate my hips in front of my honey's face, and he was unimpressed. He just muttered, "Ah, Bono!"
They're ruining my life!!!!!! There is no cure!!!!!! Well, I guess that's not exactly a bad thing.
The icing on the cake, however, came tonight. My honey was watching TV and I strolled into the living room to see an advert for a "Thanksgiving Bonoathon" - my jaw dropped, the drool started (my honey is very understanding of my Bono addiction!) and then I re-read the title: "Thanksgiving Bondathon." What a letdown!
Oh, and an hour after that out of nowhere I just decided to gyrate my hips in front of my honey's face, and he was unimpressed. He just muttered, "Ah, Bono!"
They're ruining my life!!!!!! There is no cure!!!!!! Well, I guess that's not exactly a bad thing.