Denial...It's The Only Way For Me

I have a story that I'm going to share with you just because I'm in an especially good mood today and I feel like spreading a little cheer.  You interested?

OK, let me begin my tale by stating that this aging business is no walk in the park. I mean, I wake up in the morning and I sound like a bowl of Rice Krispies...SNAP, CRACKLE, POP! Plus, my peepers aren't seeing quite as well as they used to...squinting only helps so much anymore. Can any of you ladies relate?  This is the time when we can all unite!

So, a few days before Brittany left to head back to college after Christmas, Chris took us to lunch at our local Subway shop. As we were standing in line, Brittany turns around and says to me, "Oh.My.Gosh, Mom!"  I'm like, "What...what is it...what's wrong?"  She was staring directly at my forehead, oddly enough. I thought that maybe I'd left a glob of makeup on my face that didn't get smoothed in.  She grabbed me by the arm and ordered me to go to the bathroom with her ASAP.  I flat out refused and told her to tell me right there on the spot was what going on.  She started to laugh...and that's never a good sign! She looked me dead in the eyes and said, "Mom, there's a gray hair growing out of your forehead!"  Have you ever had one of those moments when you felt like the world had stopped spinning and everything around you came to a screeching halt?  Well, that was exactly how I felt right then!  I looked at her with a face very similar to this one...

My hand went over my heart as if I was about to have a stroke or something and I asked her to repeat herself.  I truly didn't want to hear those words, again, but she confirmed what she'd just said to me. So, without even blinking, I instructed her to give it a tug to see if maybe it was just a hair from Bella, perhaps.  Wishful thinking on my part.  She said, "Mom, when I pulled on it, your skin moved with it."  WHAT???  No way can that be possible!  I was stunned, shocked, nearly sick to my stomach!

I gathered enough composure to sit down and eat my Subway sandwich.  All the while, Brittany sat across from me snickering uncontollably.  Chris kept asking what we were laughing about, but I wasn't about to tell HIM!  Are you kidding me?! 

When we finished our lunch, we went straight home and Brittany and I rushed upstairs to find some tweezers to rid that hair from my forehead, once and for all!  So, Brittany took the tweezers and plucked that hair right out of my head!  People, I took one look at that sucker and refused to claim it as my own.  I could've strung a bead on that thing!  All I keep wondering is how long had that hair been sprouting out of my forehead and no one was brave enough to tell me?  Oh, I shudder at the very thought of it! They probably all thought I was some 'freak of nature'!

I'm still living in complete denial that the gray hair was mine.  I choose to believe that was a Bella hair that had gotten adhered to my face with my moisturizer or makeup.  Makes perfectly good sense, right?  If that isn't the case, I obviously have far more issues than I originally thought.  Oh, and to think about where that next gray hair might sprout from...nope, I can't even go there! Denial all the way, baby!