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Gray Hairs Suck

Well, it has been a while since I have written on my blog. Guess it just shows how disciplined I am. I am consistent, consistently inconsistent that is. Say what you will about that. I simply know what I do well and what I don’t do well. I don’t do anything well that requires great detail on a recurring basis. In a world of engineers that certainly is hard for some to grasp. Assuming that there is an engineer reading this, he or she is likely scratching his or her head attempting to imagine that I could possibly be this spontaneous and unstructured. Makes me laugh to know that I may have confused an engineer.

There is a reason that I am writing this blog today. I am sure you might be wondering what that is. Don’t get too excited. It won’t be ground breaking information. It will be the same crap I throw on most of the time. I also wouldn’t reach for my Bible on this one if I were you. You won’t need it unless you are searching for Scripture to support an argument that Tim must be going to hell because he wasted so many peoples’ valuable time today. Then, you might need your Bible. Otherwise, relax!

I just got home a bit ago. I started watering my yard. That has proven to be an act of utter futility. Basically, I am only teasing my grass. We have had so little rain that my watering is pretty useless. I have considered putting a sign in my yard that says, “Pee Here!” I thought it might save me some water. But, the uric acid would probably be bad for yard and it would stink. Anyway, I am now sitting on my porch. I just had a cold one. I’ll leave that last sentence open for interpretation. It was then that I realized what really sucks in life.

It sucks that I have hair on my shoulders. I know this is unpleasant for some of you. That is why I am writing about it. I have had hair on my shoulders for some time now. It isn’t like a rug. It really isn’t that bad at all. But it does suck. Today, however, I realized that there is something that sucks worse than having hair on your shoulders. It is having a gray hair on your shoulder. I looked over on my shoulder and there it was. I had a gray hair on my left shoulder. What a tragedy. I guess soon all of my hair might be gray. Well, it will be a little while. But, it has started.

I guess what I am trying to say is that gray hairs suck. I have some in my beard also. My sister spotted some on my head as well. Since this is the beginning of the end, I bid you all farewell. It might be a premature bidding. But, I like to beat the rush. Gray hair or not, I plan on skiing until I am 100 if I live that long. I wonder if that is possible. I guess we will see.

Gray hairs suck,
Tim

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