Where’s my walker? – Hive and Nest

Holy mother-of-pearl! I found two, two, two grey hairs on my head yesterday. I realize that I am 37 and that this was bound to happen.  (My little sister has been going grey for years. Sorry Ari, I had to tell.)  I have been suffering from this crazy, insane notion that somehow I wouldn’t actually get old.  That there is a portrait of me in my attic that’s grody and grey and sun-damaged.

But evidence to the contrary is sitting on my bathroom counter.