
Let's just say the floors STILL need to be mopped. Fiddle dee dee, tomorrow is another day.
However, the gray in my hair WON'T be here tomorrow. Rinsed them little gray gizmos right out of my hair. The gray didn't completely cover my black hair--yet strands could be seen without aid of glasses. Plus I'm sure on a foggy night, if the search light hit my gray just right, it could guide a ship safe to the harbor...
To mop floor or to rid one's head of gray hair.
Priorities.
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