Something occurred to me yesterday: I am half my father’s age. Well, technically I was precisely half his age on Oct 10 (thanks Excel!) but in terms of years, I’m 32 and he’s 64. I remember when I was a kid I wondered how old I’d be when that happened; I didn’t have the math skills to just figure out that it was just 32 so I sat down and did the math. I wasn’t even ten years old at the time, so 32 seemed like centuries away. I couldn’t imagine being that old.
Also: I never thought I would own a brown suit, but I’m wearing one today for the first time.
Life’s full of surprises.
[tags]silly musings[/tags]
Skirl | Dan Dickinson 
I never thought I’d have to pluck grey hair from out of my eyebrows so bushy they need trimming, either, but here I am.
Oy, dude, grey hairs aside, go to a proper barber. He’ll manage the eyebrow situation for you.