All's fair in love and ...
My husband loves me. He loves me a lot. How do I know this? Is it because he gives me gifts? Because he whispers sweet things in my ear? Because he does his own laundry? Maybe. The way that I know he loves me is that he lets me watch Grey's Anatomy for 2 hours every Thursday. I was late getting on that bandwagon. I didn't watch it at all, until this summer. I crammed 2 seasons into one summer. He lets me watch it on Sunday night, and then for 2 hours on Thursdays.
He really loves me.
How do I show that love in return? I found the Skins game on some way up there Fox Sports channel for him to watch. I'll let him watch all the Redskin games he wants this season. I might even watch some too... maybe. I do have an alterior motive though... I can look for Elizabeth... I worked with her dad. Nicest guy I've ever met. Her mom, an elementary school teacher. Oh, where would I be looking for her? On the sidelines. She is (at least she was last season) a Redskins Cheerleader. I remember her coming into the office when she was 12 or so... she was pretty then, but now? Beautiful. Oh, the other benefit to letting him watch the game? I can come here and talk to all of you, dear internet, and not really feel guilty.