Absolutely NothingThis is a game I love to play with my kids and students. As the years go on, I've realized I can't spy anything with my little eye. I need one giant eye, you know, like a huge cyclops eye. My Mother gifted me the equivalent of a cyclops eye a few Christmases ago. One of those fancy, magnifying, make-up mirrors. See your face X 100. I promptly stowed it away in the cabinet.
Flash forward to last Tuesday... I am off to a meeting and trying to look like I am going to a meeting. I decide to jazz it up with beautiful scarf. All day long, that scarf is bugging hell out of me. A persistent tickle and itch on my neck.
When I got home, I saw where I had been itching. I leaned towards the mirror, squinted, and saw something disturbing.
Growing on the side of my face was an enormously long hair, it was grey and stiff. Oh hell no. I didn't even need tweezers, one yank is all it took.
I dug around in the cabinet, desperately looking for that X100 mirror. I eventually found it, took a good look, and I saw lots of little grey hairs coming in. What the hell?
Is menopause turning me into Colonel Saunders?
Should I start shaving?
Give up scarves?
Pretend I care?
I guess I do kinda care.
Lilt 46-50 22 Responses 9 Feb 24, 2012