So the thing about inadvertently dying one’s hair black is…
When your gray roots grow in, you have a skunk stripe.
It’s the Pepé le Pew look!
(Goes with my French temperament.)
You want to bake them.
Yes, I know, another poem. Indulge me, please; it’s a good one.
I know nothing
except what everybody knows–
if there when Grace dances,
I should dance.
Blessed Friday, everyone! Blessed almost 3rd Week of Advent.