Guess what, I am letting my hair grow out to kind of a silver. I never wanted to color my hair. Mike pitched a fit for me to, and my daughter begged me to keep it till she got married that was 2 years ago. So I am almost there with the grow out. You see in Mikes mind he remembers me with long black hair. It was almost blue black like my dad's and grandma's. I am not prissy about aging I am 66 years old and nothing is going to change that. My aging has never bothered me like my friends. I don't want to scare small children, but I don't want to look all dolled up like an aging whore either. Did I just say that oh well I will let it stand.
I am still making cancer hats wished I could download pictures like I use to. I am sure there is a way I just don't know how.
Next chemo visit and I am teaching the women there how to use circulars. They are all excited and it makes our day go faster.
Well this year for Halloween I am going as a grandma....I let my hair grow out for it. Mike is going as a chemo patient named chemo sobbie at least that's our story.
Got the leaves off the deck (twice), and you can't even tell it.
Well Peeps going to pack it in and maybe finis a hat and a Klondike bar. Happy Halloween my pretties and your little dogs to........and cats.
