I'm a hundred and six years old, and, by this time, I'm used to the weird sh*t that goes on with The Aging, and I'm used to waking up every once in a while to some new weird thing that wasn't there the day before that I now have to add to my daily maintenance, but I am telling you, THIS IS THE LAST STRAW!
Those first strands of grey on my head were a bummer, but, ultimately became an excuse to change my hair color whenever the hell I felt like it, since, I was just nuking the grey.
The creeking old bones, well, I've had those forever. Bad knees from the get-go.
The arthritis in my neck and the accompanying neurological bullshit, I deal with on an as-needed basis.
No big deal....all of this stuff is No Big Deal. I trudge forward, undaunted.
But...a grey hair on my freaking eyebrow?
Somebody please just shoot me...