In one hour, I will be back here at Nesting Ground Headquarters fixing a snack for the kids.
In one hour, the spousal unit will be sitting in a conference room with eight other people. And one of them will be...ohmalord hold onto your winter cap and secure your scarf about your neck...Bono.
It's not that I don't adore the spousal unit, it's just that I would adore him so much more if I were also in the conference room.
Kidding. I'm kidding.
Because, really, what would I do if introduced to Bono? I think it would go down something like this:
Random Introducer: And Bono, this is Veronica.
Bono: Hi, Veronica. It's nice to meet you.
Bono: Excuse me?
Ver: [whisper] Nice to meet you, too. Mr. Bono, Sir.
Bono: [Looks around the conference room trying to find a way to politely escape from Crazy Lady] Nice group of people.
Ver: [still whispering] Nice group. Group is nice. People are nice. Grouping people is nice. Group. Nice.
Bono: Okay, then...
Ver: [mumbling, cheeks flushing like pomegranates] iahrkdslrkems? Shanks.
Bono: Come again?
Ver: Can you take a picture with me? For my, um...for my blog? It could be good publicity because, you know, like fourteen people read my blog. And if you think about it, there's a statistical chance of, oh gosh I don't know, one in five thousand, that one of those fourteen people doesn't know who you are, and then when they see you with me on my blog they might go and buy one of your albums or something and, you know, everyone could use a little pocket change, right? Your wife makes clothes with hemp, doesn't she? Hemp is neat. I like your shoes.
Bono: [turns on heel and departs]
Ver: Good-bye Mr. Bono, Sir. Good-bye.
Something like that.