Ever have a moment where you say to yourself
“what the hell am I doing”. Not talking those times you find in the kitchen asking, I’m just in here for something, or am i leaving. Not like that. I’m talking wearing gloves, an smelling Clairol hair coloring. That stuff just stinks, I’m getting better at it though, as I told ma, you’re dance card will be full. Last time, she was redder than a dick on a dog, madder then hell to. Tried telling her, get someone who knows what the hell they are doing, Men shouldn’t breath this stuff. ” I’m not paying anyone when you are right here.
Told her I could save my lungs from breathing this stuff if I used leather dye,
Then I said, I have a new objective for you, ever heard for the 110 club? ” what that” There’s a lady name Maria, she’s now the oldest person in the whole wide world.
Her tone changed, perked right up, as if she needs more perking.
At 115 year of age, she still smiling through all the good times, sad times
Something else fellas should never do, get waxed.
Ma, you like Brooks & Dunn? “I like thier songs”.
Here’s to you Maria
The Marine Corps handbook never said anything about coloring hair