Before I went to bed last night, I noticed a gray hair, and pulled it out.  This wasn’t so I can maintain a nice, dark head of hair, but rather, so I could admire it.  It was almost white, as thick as thread, and shimmery — beautiful.

Of course, if I keep pulling out the grays every time I find them, I’ll never get that lovely salt-and-pepper hair I hope to gain someday.  Somehow, I don’t think bald will be a good look, so I’d better just start leaving them where I find them.

I just opened a bottle of wine.  As I tried to push the screwpull into the top, I just wasn’t getting anywhere…what the…?  Damned wax corks.  I pushed harder.  When I still wasn’t making it any farther, I removed the screwpull.  FINE.  I’ll take the foil off first.  Umm…screw cap.  Dude…I asked for recommendations at the store, and he steered me toward something with a screw cap?  WTF?  Of course, now this screw cap has a hole in it.

I picked up a copy of Teri Hatcher’s book today.  I expected it to be fun fluff, but I think it may make me think more than expected.  Then again, I’m in a “what do I want out of life” head-space lately already, so getting me to ponder this further isn’t exactly difficult.

She focuses (so far, anyway…but I’m only in the first chapter) on expectations.  What do I deserve?  What do I really expect to get out of this life?  My demons aren’t the same ones she’s faced, but reading about hers helps me to see my own.  Ain’t purty.

Off to soak in the tub, read, drink screw-cap wine (did I buy it because that’s what I think I deserve? horrors!), and attempt to refrain from pulling out any new gray hairs (ooooh, shiny)…