Last night hubs and I went out on a date. I wore an actual dress, and I put on actual makeup.
I know. I know.
The man is lucky!
Anyways, while I was primping in the mirror, I found a rather large unruly grey hair right near my ear in my short do. Ay yi yi! Upon finding the grey, I did the only thing that I could.
No. Seriously. I did not scream, although I wanted to. Instead, I picked up my tweezers and plucked that offensive baby right out of my head.
Feeling a bit triumphant, I related the story to hubs. Apparently, E was eavesdropping, and his response?
"Well mom, you are getting old, " he paused and then said, " . . . and wrinkly."
I have yet to discover a quick fix for wrinkles. That is unless any of you out there happen to be a plastic surgeon that wants to give away free samples of Botox?
And in honor of my wrinkles, I leave you with this youtube gem . . .