My cousin Kari came all the way in from Jakarta for the family reunion! She's hands-down one of the most interesting women on the planet and I love spending time hearing about her travels.
Yesterday we got to talking about how we somehow got "old" and I told her that I'd recently found THREE gray hairs on the side of my head. She was cracking up and asked me to point them out...
As she began searching for the enemy,
our conversation went as such:
As she began searching for the enemy,
our conversation went as such:
Me:
Blondes don't have to deal with this shit.
Maybe that's why they have more fun?
Kari:
Oh, I found one!
Me:
Baaaaah, that makes FOUR.
Should I stop plucking them and just start to dye?
Should I stop plucking them and just start to dye?
My mom from afar:
Stacey! Don't be so dramatic.
You're not going to DIE from gray hair.
Me to Kari:
Hahaha. The woman can't hear me when I'm a foot in front of her face yet her bat ears tune in to call me out. Priceless.
Kari:
Ohh, I found another one!!
Me:
Welp, that's it. Death is immanent ;)
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