to mark the passing of my youth. 


RIP Full and Luscious Hair. I found my first gray hair last night. And then I found another one. I noticed that my hair was dryer than normal and my scalp has been a little bit itchy lately, but I never expected to see gray! Okay, so should I shell out the bucks and have Tanya (my hair stylist) color it, or should I just rely on Miss Clairol? Hear me now and believe me later, but I’ve never colored my hair, so these hair-coloring waters are new territory for me (can water be considered territory?).

And speaking of my dying youth, I have officially become an old curmudgeon (I love that word) because I refuse to wear uncomfortable shoes. Back in the day, I didn’t care if the shoes were lined with barbed wire, if they were cute, I would wear them. Now however, comfort comes first. I went shopping the other day and I tried on many, many pairs of shoes, but they were all so uncomfortable that I had to turn them down. These were not heels, people! No, these were cute little flats, and cute little sporty tennis shoes, and cute little boots that just didn’t cut it for me! I finally settled on a pair of Dr. Scholl’s black wedge loafer-type shoes – very cute AND very comfortable. But I never thought I’d live to see the day when comfort wins out over cuteness. *sigh*

Oh! And another sign of my decaying youth: I cannot eat McDonald’s anymore. I had to take the kiddos to the orthodontist yesterday (here’s a bit of great news: I’m going to have two kids in braces at the same time! Life just keeps getting better every dang day!), and by the time we got out of there, we were all starving and had a few more errands to run, so I caved and went through the drive-thru. I had two cheeseburgers and a few fries (have they always been so salty and greasy???) and half of a coke. By the time we finished our errands and got home I was so tired that all I could do was lay down on the couch and do nothing (okay, well I painted my nails, but that was about it). I couldn’t figure out why I was so tired, but then it occurred to me: all that grease and fat and just plain nastiness that is McD’s must not be jiving too well with my system. So, no more Mickey D’s for me. Fare thee well, youth, fare thee well.

Okay, I’m gonna go grab my walker and head over to the bingo hall now. Maybe I’ll win the door prize of the lifetime supply of Polident and Depends (which seriously, might be in my future as well – don’t even get me started on the betrayal of my bladder).  Have a great day, Youngin’s!!