Gray Hair

So it's a sunny albeit chilly Tuesday morning here in New Orleans. I'm slightly stymied by the fact that I have discovered yet another gray hair on my rather considerable head of hair. I swear, I never had any gray hair until Dad passed away.

Now I have at least 5 hidden on the top of my hair. Grr.

This situation calls for Pavement. STAT.



There. That's better.

P.S. Junkie Dude is in jail, and we found Mom's wedding ring and a few tools and other pieces of jewelry. He confessed to everything (he's now ripped off two widows in the last two months) and is going to prison for a long, long time. I can't wait to confront him at his sentencing - the really sad thing is, he doesn't know what he did with Dad's wedding ring or Air Force Academy class ring. Those two pieces meant a lot to our family, and I'm still swallowing some anger of the loss of these very sentimental pieces.