Thursday, December 14, 2006

Full Disclosure

Okay, so maybe it's unfair of me to tell stories on other people while keeping my own embarrassments to myself. Granted. (And thank God, Anna Margarita hasn't figured out how to leave a comment!!)

To make up for this little indiscretion, today I offer a pink-hued moment that happened to me this week.

I'm at the hair salon getting a cut and weave. My stylist stands with clippers poised.

"Would you mind if I trim your eyebrows?" she asks politely.


"I notice you have some that are getting kinda bushy."

Shit. They're probably grey, too.
Visions of my late-great-aunt with her rogue hairs flash before me.

I am officially old.

And decrepit.

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