A Tell-Tale Hair
Aging in Hollerwood
I found a gray hair sprung like a slinky with my baby hairs around my face yesterday. I kept telling myself it was my imagination or bad lighting and that indeed, it was a light blonde hair. However, like a Poe horror story it seemed to stare at me. I tried to ignore it, putting on makeup, and the thing seemed to glare and laugh hideously . I could almost feel it spit against my newly matte finish face. This ment war.
I commenced to a breakdown of proportions that only women have, and I grabbed the silver son of a wilderbeast and yanked it.
I murdered that hair like Dexter.
Abby then says, "you know two will grow back in it's place right?"