So I have this new job and have been busy there. No news on the relationship/love life but that's OK. I'm no where near ready for that. I need to one day assume not all men are assholes but I am no where near ready to admit that.
Next Thursday the 13th I turn 50. 50. Fifty. Fif-ty. 5-0.
I am definitely NOT my mother's 50.
I feel good. Based on the many comments that people love to give over the course of a day, I think I look good.
At least my hair isn't falling out from stress.
Speaking of hair...I lost my hair virginity last week. Did I tell you about this lovely conversation with my Mother? I think I may have.
Her: Let me know when you get those highlights.As if I...need, er...help from my Moth...OK I DID IT!
Me: Mom, what highlights?
Her: I though you said you were getting highlights in your hair?
Me: No, I never said that!
Her: Well, you need to decorate the bait!
I admit it and also I did not do it to cast bait to reel anyone in but I really do like it and the reaction from people has been varied from "you look so well rested after your trip to the lake" or "have you lost weight?" A couple streaks of blond hair is so fucking powerful!