Grey Hair

Today is an appropriate time to announce to the world that yes, I have a grey hair. Maybe two. I can't tell for sure. It's pretty much right where I part my hair. Every time I see it I really notice it and actually kind of like having it. It's my little insignificant statement to the world that I'm sure no one else notices. I absolutely refuse to pluck it. I want it to be out there for all to see because of that. I am not vain in the least. Well, I guess I have a tiny bit of vanity. Most everyone does. Why else would I bother with the tiny bit of makeup I put on? But one thing I know is this... I want to grow old gracefully. I want to take a stand against covering up grey hair by dyeing it or plucking it. I don't want to spend 100 bucks on a 1 oz. bottle of magical eye cream. I'll never ever do botox or plastic surgery. There is far too much vanity in the world already. Like I said, I have a modest amount of it and love the pretty things like my new skirt. But that's about the extent of it.

My hair also kind of makes me feel old. It's just right there, stark as anything to me because I know it is there. My face is starting to show the ravages of time a little bit, but that's so gradual. The grey hair was just *there* one day. It's the begining of the end in a morbid pessimistic sort of way.

But don't let me mislead you. A couple of weeks ago I was talking to our newest agent and she thought I was her daughter's age which is about 10 years younger than me. That made me feel pretty good. I take after my mom that way, I guess. She was a winner every time she played the game at Cedar Point where they guess your age.

So today is going to be pretty tame for me. I get a special breakfast complete with smokey links. I get to open a few pretty presents. And I might make the husband play the Trivial Pursuit with me. And maybe, just maybe, I'll pick the girliest most horrid movie for him to watch and ask him to do so with me for my birthday. Grease 2 comes to mind. Monday, however, is going to be different. We are going to Niko Niko's which is supposed to be out of this world. It's Greek food and I haven't had any since moving here, save for 1 gyro, I think. I've been wanting to go to this place for at least 2 years. I'm very excited. I printed out their menu and I kind of want one of everything. I was very pleased to see that they do have a cheeseburger so the husband will be able to find something to eat. We may also go to the very pretty Ikea and maybe just maybe West Elm. We'll see. Best of all, though, I just get to spend the day with my husband. The only day we ever spend together is Sunday and that's taken up by church. It will be awesome to be able to go out and have fun. We both need it with the stress at our jobs.