Hair

Out running errands this morning and ran into a gal I haven't seen in ages.  (In fact I'm fairly certain she didn't remember who I am.)

As has happened numerous times over the last few days, she kept flicking her eyes up to look at my hair.  They all might as well have a signboard across their forehead broadcasting their thoughts about the grey in my hair.

I do know that I'm going quite grey.  I do not intend to start with the coloring.  (I'm not big on fake anything.)

I don't want to color my hair.  I don't wanna.  I'm not gonna.  You can't make me.  Ain't gonna happen.   No, Ma'am,  no way.

On the upside:  I managed to snag a chocolate-frosted-chocolate-doughnut!