The final Fifty Shades movie comes out next week. (Um, yay?) Actually, my wife hasn’t seen any of them because, dude, I’ve got at least fifty shades of grey, and they’re all hers.
The grey started showing when I was in my late thirties. Others noticed it before I did.
I was the guest speaker at a youth camp in Arizona one summer. I called the camp when I arrived at the airport at 11 a.m.
“What do you look like?” they asked.
I told them I had black hair.
“Great, we’ll send someone!”
Hours passed. I called the camp five times. No one knew where the teenagers they’d sent to pick me up were (they didn’t have cell phones). Finally, at almost 4 p.m. two teenagers walked up and asked, “Are you Mitch Teemley?”
“Yes!” I shouted. I was not a happy (soon-to-be) camper.
“It’s not our fault!” they complained. “You said you had black hair. It’s grey!”
“Well, it was black when I got here!” I snarked.
“Age doesn’t matter. Unless you are a cheese.” ~Billie Burke
“Middle age is when your classmates are so grey and wrinkled, they don’t recognize you.” ~Bennett Cerf
“The secret to staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age.” ~Lucille Ball