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My birthday is next weekend, although I won't go on and on about it like some people do since I have one every year. I'll still be "in my 50s", so it's not too traumatic--unless I ponder it too closely. Fifty wasn't too bad, but 59? Yipes! I think about how much time I could possibly have left in good health, and then the traumatic part starts! I had been Ok with getting older, until the idea actually took hold, now I'm not sure exactly how Ok I really am with it.
But back to disguising mutton! I mentioned then to Jeri that I had stopped coloring my beard a few years ago. I figured I'd try life as a geezer, and as I said, it was Ok for awhile. But I had some Just For Men left from years ago, and I decided that now was the time.....
That stuff is only supposed to be good for a few months, so I figured I'd leave it on for longer than 5 minutes as directed. I think they lie! It worked fine. But you decide....
Or, how about the real me... senile perhaps, living in 1967, but it feels right....
Donna asked more than once if I have a girlfriend or if I plan on cheating. I hope the only reason she's asking is because of the jokes I made when I let it turn gray. "Donna doesn't want me to color it. She thinks the young girls won't flirt with me when it's gray."
So now, deeper questions to ponder.... at my age, exactly what is a "young gurl?"
I like the beard colored, looks good! 
