What Doesn’t Kill You Makes You…Blonder?

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.



2 Responses to “What Doesn’t Kill You Makes You…Blonder?”

  1. Kristin says:

    Love it! :) hahahahaha! Well you know they really don’t understand age… they just pulled a number out of their head… Ive been told I am 20 and 80!

    So are you going super blonde?????

  2. Suzanne says:

    Let me guess. You spent today with my 4th grade friends from FE. Bless you. I feel your pain and will buy you a drink next time we get together.

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