My Computer. But I also got something I haven’t had in 42-years. A gray hair-- long gray hair on top of my head in front just flapping to get my attention. I paraded and bragged my entire life about not having gray hair—proud of keeping some youthful appearance. Things have changed now. The days of gray arrived to haunt me in the mirror. There will be no more smiles from people guessing I’m younger than my age. From this point forward, I will have constant dye jobs and search out homeopathic remedies to fix the age appearance.
*looks in the mirror, dries my eyes and waves as I pluck out the lonely gray hair*
*looks in the mirror, dries my eyes and waves as I pluck out the lonely gray hair*
Umm... *A* gray hair?? You're kidding, right? I'm younger than you, and it's possible I have SEVEN HUNDRED gray hairs! So no sympathy from me, my friend. Get over it.
ReplyDeleteLuv ya Bea ;-)
Mud
Mud! I expected some sympathy from you.
ReplyDelete*sighs* Okay, I see your point regarding SEVEN HUNDRED, but let me say right now that you have MORE HAIR than I do. *sniffs* But I'll get over it. I'll stop plucking those unsightly hairs because I can't afford to lose anymore.
Luv ya too, Mud. I feel better. :D
Thanks for the laughs you gave me reading this piece. It’s a delightful view about aging. I’m still smiling every time I think of what you said. I can just picture you saying those things.
ReplyDeleteHey Veejay!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you can laugh and smile at my expense. :D