My Best Side

Do you know what is on the top of my head?

White hair.

Not grey. Not light. WHITE.

I thought about pulling them out this morning, but then I'd have this bald spot and I'm not sure which is worse.

There are more than a few more than 6 and they are right up there front and centre. I mean, why wouldn't they go somewhere more hidden - somewhere I wouldn't have to stare at them everytime I pass by a mirror, window, drinking glass.

Preferably on someone else's head.





You know though, even with the white hair, I still do get comments about how young I look from time to time. I thought it was nice. Flattering even. Until I realized what was really happening.....

I walked into the casino and this 'bouncer' came running over, "Miss, can I see your ID," he asked me as he reached out and grabbed my arm.

I turned to face him and said, "Sure."

But before I could reach down for my purse he said, "Oh no, that's ok, you're old enough."

"WHAT?!? How do you know?!??!"

Ya, like I said, all the white ones right up front......


Sigh.....

It's sad the day you realize that your back side has become your best side....


happy friday!
tanya