“I can’t leave the house,” I told the soldier. “I have figured it out, my hair looks like Gilda Radner’s.”

“Your hair does not look like Gilda. P, your have grew 1/32 of an inch and you say this stuff.”

“Gilda.”

“Well what about mine?” he said regarding his new “high and tight“. “I look like an Onion Head. Pull an onion up out of the ground, turn it upside down and this is what you’ve got.”

I snorted because he does sort of look like a onion…head.

“I look like Porky Pig,” he added.

I laughed my head off.

This is what happens when you’re old. Really, there is very little than can be done or we’d do it.  And now we’re off to the gym to be seen and ran from I suppose.