Wednesday, January 05, 2005

Where do we keep the bluing?

When did I get so old? I woke up this morning to the white Christmas we’ve been waiting for...knowing that I had spent the past 24 hours plotting how I would get to work and back, blah, blah, blah with the minimum of snow related angst. It wasn’t that long ago when I was perturbed by relatives who were willing to pull the plug on short local travel plans because snow was predicted. Guess what? I’ve become that which I found most annoying. Why don’t I just kick things up a notch and go blue my hair. (The bizarre ugly doily that one of the Fathers put under the candy dish on my desk yesterday only reaffirms my feeling that I am a 90 year old trapped in a 49 year old body.)

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