Interesting Shades of Gray
His email had promised:
“I can come pick you up in my unglorious truck, we’ll do the Strawberry Festival, get something to eat somewhere in the adventure, and I’ll take you home, weary but thrilled.”
He didn’t disappoint. I even got a stuffed animal Stewie out of the deal.
“You know what caught my interest within the first five minutes?”
“What?”
“The little streak up here.”
“My witch’s streak?”
“Yes. Not so much that that you have it, although it’s unique. But you don’t try to hide it.”
“I’ve been going gray since I was thirteen. I’m used to it.”
“I thought, ‘there’s someone who is handling life gracefully.’ Everything is temporary, but looks more than anything else.”
To be honest, I have been thinking of dyeing it. But when I wear my hair down it’s almost impossible to see. You have to pay pretty close attention to me to notice it.
That’s what caught my interest.
Love it!
this is a spectacular post.
A cool life philosophy AND a plush Stewie? *SWOON*
You have gray hair?
It is so over.
First Three Six Mafia wins an Oscar, now this….
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