It Takes a Village
Remember that movie with what’s-her-name?
Divorced, she was back in the dating game?
C'mon, you know, she was blonde, kinda pretty.
At first all we felt was sadness and pity
but then she got stronger, and started to feel
liberated, empowered, her heart and soul healed.
"I think her name begins with a d,
Debbie piped in, "or maybe a c.”
"I remember a painting...something like that,”
Nanci intoned, "then she found her own flat."
"In New York?" queried Andi, deep in her thoughts,
"She walked in one night and her husband got caught
cheating on her...jeez...what was her name?
It starts with a j, like Janice or Jane."
"It's Jill!” exclaimed Bev. ”Jill Clayburgh", screamed Sue.
"I think I just thought of the movie's name, too….
“An Unmarried Woman!"
The torture could end.
It does take a village.
Thank god I have friends.
There were ten of us sitting around the dinner table last week trying to remember the name of a singer and a particular song. We hummed it, we mumbled words, someone thought of a letter that prompted a first name and at long last...another person summoned the elusive names. One brain is simply not enough. I often wonder how I ever function on my own.
Does this ever happen to you? Any funny stories?