When did I become old(er)?
A couple of years ago for Christmas, I received two nose hair trimmers — not just one, but two. Was someone trying to tell me something? The funny thing is that, after a couple of months and after a lot of denial, I started to use them.
Then, a few days ago Ashe and I went to get a haircut and everything was normal. Big A completed his haircut, the barber was finishing mine — and that is when it happened. The barber clipped my eyebrows to thin them out. Really?? Am I at the stage in my life where my eyebrows are getting excessively bushy?
What is next, ear hair, a walker, a carry-along oxygen tank? Well, whether or not I like it old age is coming my way. And I just have one thing to say to you Old Age: “bring it, I am ready!!”