Is it Time?
A good friend places his hand gently on my shoulder. He pauses to take a deep breath and gives me a caring look. You know the delicate routine. "WHAT?! I'm not some Diva... tell me!!!" He whispers... "It's time".
I give him a puzzled look. "Time for what???" They wink and whisper, "Just for Men". My face flashes a hot red. "Yes, I am well aware I have a budding collection of gray hair on my chin."
Well, I am not one to obsess over anything. I am simply NOT a vain person. There was that one time I angrily threw down my fists at a comment troll who had the nerve to suggest I wore fake eyelashes and used mascara. That was the ONLY Diva temper tantrum I can remember.
Just next week, I'll be in Chicago for Market Days. In a three bedroom apartment, located in the center of it all, there will be six of us sleeping on top of each other. For whatever reason, I have already calculated that I will be the oldest. The second oldest in the group is a whooping FIVE years younger than me. Grrr...
So, I am pondering. Is it time? Hmmm...
PLEASE NOTE: That is NOT me pictured above. I don't have projection issues or a vengeful bone in my body. Ahem. ;)