Today was my son’s last day of school before the holiday break so I drove over a little early, figuring it would be nice to sit in the warm car and either read or listen to BBC World Service. (I chose reading … too much upsetting news.) I happened to be sitting in bright sunlight, and with my glasses on checked out my appearance in the rear-view mirror and …
WHISKERS! Actually, more like a mustache…a sparse one, but yikes, those black hairs were scary looking.
When my son got in the car, I asked him how long I’ve been walking around with a mustache. He said he never noticed I had one. So there’s some good news there.
Oh, the joys of being 50! 😉
Merry Christmas, and if I’m not back before then, a Happy New Year, too.