I'm getting ready to have some peeps over tonight and host a "don't you wish it were summer" party starring massive amounts of cilantro and Modelo.
Because I'm feeling crazy, I go for broke and part my hair on the left. It's been maybe a year since that side felt any love, anyway. And then I spot it.
It might be blond. Or white. Very possibly an anomaly, since it has no siblings to speak. But in the right light, it looks gray.
Hmm. I'm going to have a Modelo and think about this. Luckily, I was already wearing a shirt emblazoned with I'M SO HAPPY I'M 50 I COULD JUST SHIT, so I don't need to change.
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