Parents are kind of strange. Not like the young hip parents like myself, but my parents. Strange strange. And it gets kind of freaky when you realize you are becoming like them. My fiery temper for example, comes from my fiery red headed mother, didn't think I'd get that quality....totally did. I find myself saying things she would say and doing things she would do and my feet look disturbingly like hers. We become our mothers.
So, I beg of you, why does my mother still have her fiery red undyed hair and I am sprouting like a billion grays. Seriously! It's like I turned twenty seven and started dying. I mean, I usually get the stray gray or two. But the other day I was like "whoa!" there were like twenty. I figured I would be safe if I parted my hair somewhere else. I changed my part and let out of shriek of terror. They are everywhere! In one month I've gone from having a hair color I am happy with to looking like Elvira or something.
So why can't I be like my mother in her hair color retention-ness? Not sure. All I know is I am going to fight tooth and nail to never sign off one of my e-mails with a graphic like this
Yes, she put that at the end of her e-mail to her kids today. She's going on a cruise and she sent her final will and testament and then signed off with this picture. Only in the email it was doing the hula.
Have fun on your cruise ma, the older I get the more of a great mother I realize you are and I am proud to become more like you ..... usually : )