It’s time for another haircut.
Do I go Mad Men Blonde this time?
If today is any indication of how the rest of my Wednesdays will go, I am going to need to cover more grey soon. Gray or grey? Tomato, Tomato. Potato, Potato. Please tell me when you read that you heard the two different pronunciations in your mind.
Yesterday an eight year old tried to fix me up with her grandpa. She said he was single, if I was into old men with ponytails.
Last week while trying to sit in a circle on the floor, I said something about how it’s difficult to sit like this when you get older. A student replied, “You’re not old, you look 35.” Sigh. No dear, I’m just 30.