I'm seeing a very funny picture. I divorced my husband. Now he's trying to make the new girl look like me. Except I'm brunette and she's blonde. He's giving her my tastes, my jokes, my habits. She's trying, poor thing, but she doesn't have the fire in her eyes that I always had. She's just a diligent student memorizing the “how to be the perfect ex-wife” textbook. The more she tries, the funnier this pathetic copy is. When will the ex-husband learn that the original is always better than the copy? Either he is going to live in this theater of the absurd....