Again With the Damn Hair
Here it was last Monday.
It's been busy this week, thickening on top. Here you can clearly see the odd little mohawk ridge that makes me look like an elderly cupie doll.
In some lights it looks mousy grey.
And in other lights it looks bombshell blonde. Or more likely old-lady white.
But from a distance it's still pretty much invisible. Rats. This is worse than watching paint dry.
And from the department of truly sick irony, the gym where I used to work as a personal trainer has asked me to teach a weight loss class. I start tonight.