One of the (very) few drawbacks to having
a long term care plan younger husband is that he doesn’t always get your cultural references.
Case in point: While working on a self-portrait today, I was blending the oils on the canvas when I forgot one of my fingers had black paint on it. I joked that I had inadvertently painted myself as an Adam Ant fan, and hubs looked at me like a dog being shown a card trick. I sighed and pulled up YouTube for a five minute lesson on Adam Ant and the New Romantics / Second British Invasion from the late seventies/early eighties.
He now won’t stop complaining about having lost five minutes of his life that he’ll never get back. He was especially horrified when I admitted that this song goes through my head frequently, as I “don’t drink, don’t smoke” and am, by many standards, a goody two shoes. “It’s like I don’t even know you”, he said.