You can blame the following silliness on the weather...
More snow today?
more snow today...
I [obviously] decided to stay in,
bathed but unshaven,
wearing old comfy clothes
and watching TV.
I was watching [again] Sex & the City,
the adventures of Carrie Bradshaw and her friends
while I played with Miss Carrie Brad'Chat,
my eldest cat,
who had elected full time residency on my lap,
while Ophelia o'CHUM usually remained hidden underneath my desk...
That old sweater,
which I can't recall in which decade I got it.
Pretty sure this goes back to those years when I worked at Eaton's.
Who doesn't remember Eaton?!?
it got old from all the wear and tear,
but it remains one of the most comfortable things I can slip on when at home.
All nice and cozy,
while I watch the damn snow falling [yet again...].
Am I the only one left with such a sweater,
one with those stripes that matched socks now long gone?...
In all my attempts at taking a decent picture of me,
which I feel I've failed,
I noticed that the red hair in my goatee stands out a lot,
depending of the lighting.
Most likely a legacy from Arthur,
my maternal grandfather...
But truth be told,
I find it all in there:
Blond, red, dark and light brown, black,
and white too!!!
Just not enough white to my liking,
but that's another matter.
As long as I don't find a white hair "you know where",
I'm fine with getting older.
Everything works fine.
I just don't want any telltale sign on it
that says it'll start collecting old age pension in a decade or so...
A man is entitled to having a bit of an ego,
While the snow keeps on falling,
rather keep the white outside rather than somewhere else...