Sometimes, after the kiddies are finally tucked into bed, you've had a nice warm shower, you're drying your hair, and you realize, Man, my hair is really gray. It's not the first time I've had this realization. Just the first time since the last time I colored my hair. I'm not even sure when I did that. October? November? And what was that box color? Cinnabonberry? Berryliciousness?
Eight days. Eight days until Holden Beach.
Minutes. Minutes until Cherry Cordial ice cream and Six Feet Under.
Friday, March 26, 2010
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