WILMA? . . .

The other day, I told one of my best friends -- against my will, by the way -- the names that I had picked out and hoped to use upon any children I might have in the future. I presented four names: two girls' names, two boys' names.

And really, the best thing about best friends is that they can do this without any hesitation or qualms or interference from the mental filter, a/k/a conscience: furrow their eyebrows; scowl for a moment; shrug slightly; then say "Oh. I see."

No further comment.