The hair that damn hair
November 14, 2008 in Daily theme
In my opinion, due to its special features some ages need an adaptation period, like fifties. About fifties we can talk a lot of things but there is one that we cannot claim them. The fifties never attack treacherously always announce their arrival.
The children, their girlfriends/boyfriends, the gray hair, the wrinkles, this spare tyre held in your waist like a tick and it is not important if you are fat or thin the spare tyre is always there. A lot of small details advise you that something is happening.
You don’t have as last resort to didn’t take the hint. Don’ worry somebody will remind you.
Days ago I was seated side by side to my husband watching TV, rarely situation because Tv bores me a lot. Suddenly my husband said … Dear, you have a hair… What?.… I asked …. Where?…. my daughter asked. Until that moment she was speaking on the phone with her boyfriend, a lovely guy.
...Here … said my husband pointing the evidence
Crikey! … my daughter exclaimed…. My dear, said my daughter, I must hang the phone my mother has hair …. Where? …. I thought listen my future son-in-law said. Until that moment a lovely guy.
The news alerted whole family
Surrounded with a colony cloud my younger son went out the bathroom to see closer that nature’s wonder. My “computer” son also came, ready to immortalize the moment… if you do that you are thinking. You will never be father .... I threatened him.
So offended and very pissed I went to the bathroom ready to finish the problem. But the hair that damn hair, was in the only point in all my face where to see it I must tilt head 35 degrees while I tighten the skin. Exactly where chin finish and jaw begins.
After five failed attempts, I was forced to call for my daughter’s help.
... Mum I cannot understand how you don’t see it. It is enormous!....(lovely)
And that’s the real problem. I cannot see it already without glasses.