25 today for me.
The other day I was sitting on the deck with my mom, chatting away, enjoying the sunshine. She stopped mid-sentence and started staring at me like I had sprouted horns or something. Slowly she reached over to my head, plucked up a piece of hair, and lovingly yanked it out of my head. Gleefully she dangled the offending gray hair in front of my face. And told me I was officially old now.
She's been warned against bringing any more of these offenders to my attention for at least 10 years.
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3 comments:
Happy Birthday!!!
Gah, if I plucked all mine, I'd be practically bald!
I head to my colorist, instead.
And you're SO NOT old! Have a happy one!
Happy belated birthday! :-)
You are not getting old(er), just wiser... LOL
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