I'm getting old. I don't like it. I don't want wrinkles or gray hair. I don't feel old most days. I definitely don't want to look it. I was going to try to let my hair grow out, but now I am re-thinking it. I may just get it cut again and color it. Maybe I'll add some funky high lights. I am not at all fond of my laugh lines, or the creases near my eyes when I smile. Ugh! At least I've got my health, except for my right knee. It's a little creaky. Oh and here's me without make-up, eek!