Heart of Glass. Or things blondes say.

Heart of Glass. Or things blondes say.

“Saw you running the other day and thought, Jamie’s a blonde now.”

Heard that over my shoulder waiting for my popcorn at a recent high school football game.

I’m blonde?

“Well, I told Pam to cover the gray and this is what I got.” Was my reply.

Blonde? Surely I’m not blonde.

I’m just glad that it doesn’t look like I emptied a canister of baby powder onto each temple when I wear my hair pulled back.

Which is all the time.

I’m not blonde.

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I took a trip to the Georgia Department of Driver Services to replace a lost license. Been putting it off because it took traveling a half hour and it never was a problem.

Until I traveled out of my burg. Then I’m getting carded for every bottle of whine and even when I used my debit card.

So yesterday I decided to just get the dirty job done.

I looked up and saw this guy everywhere.

I forgot Rob Mikell was the DDS Commissioner. He and my husband worked together a while back.

Good to know I have someone with pull if my photo turned horrific.

Yes. I had to have my picture taken again and the older I get, I fret.

It’s not like I want to look young.

I just don’t want to look old.

I filled out the paper work. Handed over all my life in documents and had my photo taken.

And guess what?

I don’t look young.

I don’t look that old.

But I really look blonde.

How’s your color these days?