I have this going joke with M. I find very blonde hairs in his beard (the only hair on his head) and tell him that he's going grey. Qué suerte el tiene, ya sé. Pero bueno, tonight, after watching CTV Local and seeing the latest hooplah over the Sheaf, I saw this glittering, shiny hair on his chin. I took a closer look, and as usual, pronounced it white. Due to his fervent denial, I brought a small mirror from the bathroom.
He looked. And looked. And became crestfallenly stubborn. "It's blonde! It's just very very blonde!" he proclaimed.
M is curled up on the futon.
Pobre.
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