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.
Even though this is a day of celebration for getting my laptop back, it’s also a turning point in my life where I cautiously wave good-bye to the younger me. Men are lucky, they can shave their head.
*looks in the mirror, dries my eyes and waves as I pluck out the lonely gray hair*
P.S. I’ll be back to claim my “Strange Men in Pinstripe Suits Blog Award.”
*looks in the mirror, dries my eyes and waves as I pluck out the lonely gray hair*

