It Only Hurts When I Blog

Greetings, Monday Morning Bloggy-eyed Readers!

Oops, I said the M word. Sorry about that!

You know what day it is.
You know that Thanksgiving is over.
You know you ate too much and gained some weight.
You know it's 'back to work again' till Christmas.
You know that December is THIS WEEK.
You know it's time to Christmas shop.
You know there's only a paycheck or two before Christmas.

So, what DON'T you know?

You don't know that I've taken up a new hobby - I call it 'weeding the garden'.

So what's new about that, you ask?

What that actually means is that I inspect my head in the mirror, and selectively weed out a few gray hairs from my bangs or my part, which is where I believe they are the MOST noticeable.

I've told you this before, but I gave it a name yesterday which somehow makes it an 'activity'.

Evil Bloggyman - you don't really think anyone ELSE is inspecting your &^%$# SCALP for hair color, do you? Nobody gives a flying flip about your &^%$ gray hair.

Well, no, E.B. but I know they're THERE, gleaming in the half-light like werewolf tarnished silver, and that is enough to send me on a 'search and destroy' mission, sans garlic.

I need a tool, by the way. Do you know how hard it is to grasp ONE little, wriggling gray hair and YANK it OUT of your HEAD? Ow! Should I try using the tweezers? More OW!

Okay, enough of that ranting and raving. Gotta go turn on the cable tv radio station to Solid Gold Oldies and forget about my gray hair. :)

Have a nice M-day, everyone! It's Cracker Barrel night tonight - no cooking for me!