Mrs. R and I were at the movie house the other day to see The Artist, and one of the previews was for a glurgy-looking movie about a woman who gets amnesia and loses five years of her life and how her husband has to try to make her fall in love with her again blah blah blah.
I turned to Mrs. R and whispered, “Wouldn’t it be hilarious if at the end he gets hit on the head and loses five years of his life?”
She was not amused. I’m terrified she’s going to want to go see it.
Incidentally, The Artist is terrific.