gray days
Kristen and I ventured up to beautiful Black Mountain this past weekend to visit her folks, and because Chad bought a boxer puppy. We don’t get to see puppies very often, so we jumped at the chance…especially since Clyde (the boxer) will probably weight 200 pounds by this time next month. Cute puppy. Clumsy. Big paws. Baby shark teeth. It sleeps constantly, so at least I could relate to him on that level. Actually, those sleeping days are behind me. I actually don’t sleep very much anymore.
While we were up in NC we decided to get our hair cut by Carol, a wonderful woman at the local JCPenney that Kristen has been seeing since high school. Not only does Carol do a fantastic job (Kristen’s hair is stunning…she looks absolutely beautiful), she could also be the greatest talk show host that this world has yet to uncover. She could not stop talking…and she didn’t just talk.. she came up with thoughtful questions. Watch out Ope’s. She cut my hair short, styled it a bit. I don’t know if it was the way she cut it, or if it was just the right time… but I’m going gray. Tons of gray hairs are sprouting up. Kristen digs them. Luckily Kristen loves old men and now I look more like one. Grandpa Cronkrite started going gray at 28, guess I’m on that plan.
Soon, my Michael McDonald impression will be complete.
