I had an interesting experience yesterday. I went to town with sisters-in-law Zonna and Nina. When we were in Menards, a man that knew Zonna came up to her and started chatting with her. He acknowledge Nina and me and asked Zonna if she was out shopping with (a nod toward Nina) her sister and (a nod toward me) HER MOTHER!!!!!!!!!! Let me just mention here that even though Zonna looks wonderful, she IS SEVEN YEARS OLDER THAN ME!!!!!!!!!!! Needless to say, it hurt my feelings and I guess it's time to pull on my "Big Girl" rubber gloves and get that dye job. I know, I know. I really harp about my gray hair, but SERIOUSLY!!!!!
(uh . . . sorry about getting carried away with all the capital letters and exclamation points.
Anyway, I think he was a stilly, old fart . . . SO THERE!!!!!!!
I am feeling much better. I am no longer walking to the right . . . right . . . right with the Vertigo problem. Yah! Glad to have that gone. Did I mention that I had to use Hazel's (Little Ma) cane to attend that funeral Saturday so that I could keep my balance and wouldn't be weaving all over the place? The church is right around the corner from my house, and so I just walked there. However, it was so sunny out, I almost put on my sunglasses, but then realized that all the neighbors would probably think I had gone and went blind, on top of everything else.
I snapped some more not-so-very good selfies to show you that the sproutlets are starting to go gangbusters. It looks like my real hair is about as long as Roschelle, the wig, was. I know my real stuff is actually a little thicker than she was. Sorry about the no-do look. My curling iron can't make curls with my stubborn, getting really straight hair. Whatever.
IMPORTANT NOTE: YESTERDAY WAS NIECE TINA'S BIRTHDAY. WHOO HOO! She's still just a young chick. :)
GOD BLESS YOU ALL