Mr. H and I had an amicable disgreement over the number of Spice Girls. I came up with four, and he said five or more, maybe six. I really searched and came up with “Baby Spice, Scary Spice, Sporty Spice, Posh Spice, and maybe Brainy Spice?” He had to look it up. I forgot Ginger Spice. How could this happen? I saw Spice World in the theater. Possibly twice.
And so life returns to balance. But Mr. H still hasn’t come up with a good reason as to why he is not Jude Law.
Just as I, for some ridiculous reason, am not married to Matt Damon.
It could be worse. We could be plural married to Posh Spice.
Ah, the circle of spice. It brings balance to everything.