I felt a funeral in my brain
...and it basically rocked!
Yesterday during church, I was thinking about what I will be like when I am an old lady. Will I have a white fro or "whisper" to another old lady friend during a relief society lesson when I am really talking quite loudly. The only way I could think of myself old was to compare myself to the ladies in my family(cause of that whole genetics thing).
Lady number one: my mom
Well, my mom isn't even close to being old or even old looking so she's out
Lady number 2 and 3: my grandmothers
Both of my grandmothers are older, but they still dye their hair. My dad's mom's hair is black and my mom's mom's hair is brown. They don't match the right hair criteria, so they're out.
Lady number 4: My greatgrandmother
She is definintely old (not to be rude, but she is like 80) My mom reassured me that I wouldn't be like her because she is really subborn and grumpy. So I guess she's out too.(She kind of reminds me of Dolly Parton for some reason. She doesn't look like her, doesn't act like her, doesn't even sound like her, but for some reason, whenever I see Dolly Parton, I think of grandma great.)
I don't know, I guess I will just have to wait and see.
I just hope I don't end up looking like this.