When I Get My Braces Off, Just Hand Me My Dentures.

Gray is nature’s way of whispering “You’re dying.”

Geez. Just what I needed to hear.

Saturday, January 27, 2007…while washing my face I saw it.

In my hairline.

I was HORRIFIED!

I thought maybe I was seeing things…I mean, my hair DOES have a few different shades in it…maybe it was just a lighter strand, but the S/O confirmed that old age had finally set in.

“I see it!” He said.

“No, no…I need to turn on a brighter light, you won’t be able to see it. Here…lemme…”

“No! I see it!”

Almost like a young child pointing out a zit on the tip of your nose.

“There! There! OMG! It’s hideous!”

=/

In dim lighting, still lying in bed, half asleep…he was able to make out the ONE lonely short piece of gray in my hair.

I suddenly felt my back hunching, my teeth loosening, and my eyesight fading.

I wobbled back to the bathroom where I preformed a precision comb over that hid the gray and let me believe I was young again.

I poplocked back to the bedroom to make him a believer too.

=)

The end.

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