The "I'm Old" Trifecta

Something really really really really bad happened over the weekend.

Here's a hint.

(Image from here)

I found my first gray hair.

Let me say that again....I HAVE GRAY HAIR.

And suddenly I am questioning everything in my life.  Did I make the most of my 20s?  Is Levi going to be a well adjusted, successful adult?  Is our will up to date?  The end is near, folks.

I know, I know, it's so not a big deal - or at least it shouldn't be.  But, I'm freaking out.

I called my mom.

"You know what this means?"  I yelped.

"Yeah, you're getting older!"  My  mom said, she sounded a little too satisfied for my liking.

"Well if I'm old, what does that make you, my mother?"

Score:  Michelle, one; Mom, none.

"Ancient!" Mom shot back with a chuckle - I think she's okay with it.

So, to complete the gray hair trifecta, I give you:

(It sucks.)

1.  I found a gray hair.

2. I willingly watch, ENJOY, wait with Bated (haha!) breath for the next episode for a show .... that is on PBS.

3. The other night, Herb and I were bored, so we went to bed at 8:30.  And, no, it wasn't because we wanted to, you know, "entertain ourselves."  We went to sleep.  And it rocked.

Oh, whoa is me.  Help.


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  2. Oh, sweetie, just wait 'til you find a gray eyebrow hair...

  3. And just wait till the chin hairs you want to pluck out are white, and you can hardly find them until they're and inch long.

  4. I laughed because last night we forced ourselves to stay awake until 9, because going to bed before that seemed too early. Glad we're not the only ones! :)


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