I have nothing to say.

I have been saying that a lot lately. And, it's true. I've had nothing *nice* to say.
Last night was the end of a long day of being agitated. All day long. Every little effing thing. Oh, including an attempted photo op of hubby and the boys. F me, that's all I can say. And then, after I had tucked in the boys, I discovered something horrible. No longer could I pluck out that one gray hair that keeps cropping up. No. Now, it is a risk to the well being of my lovely head of hair to get rid of all of the gray hairs. When did this happen?
Moped to the husband about it. No sympathy. He just stroked his pepper gray beard. "Yeah, but on you it's 'distinguished.'" How much do I suddenly hate that word!
I start watching Grease 2, so I could fully embrace how sorry for myself I was feeling.
Then I called my sister who is there through thick and thin. Just not gray. Appearantly that's funny. Something about how when she told me about her first gray hair I laughed because I had already had one when I was thirty. (I called it my Texas gray because it showed up literally when we arrived in Austin.) Besides, she's blonde, so who cares? You can't even tell!!! No pity.

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So this morning arrives and I decided I just didn't want to say anything else crappy. I chose not to talk. I've done this once before when the boys were little and it was pretty cool. So today I said nothing and I got the hubby off to work and the boys off to school and I haven't said anything I regret. And I got lots of hugs and kisses and no fighting.
But, I'm not going to think too hard about it.