Second time around is no easier
I heard a joke some time ago, and at this moment, after
learning a new life lesson Tuesday, it reminds me that I really, really wish I
had two friends named Marge and Tina.
Life lessons can be good; some are hard. Tuesday’s was especially
hard: Getting let go a second time is no easier than the first time, and it actually
might be worse.
Aside from wanting to cry myself, my inner humorist
desperately wanted to have two equally heartbroken friends nearby, if only so I
could say, “Don’t cry for me, Marge and Tina.”
If you’re not familiar with Evita, you won’t get the joke, but it’s a pretty fair groaner.
