getting old

cuppa hot milo by the wayside. an empty plate wif crumbles where once was a peanut butter sandwich, i logged unto the cyberways and ... dug my nose ...yes, you've read it right, i dug my nose, but deep ... and out came a single white nostril hair. just one. and i stopped there and then. i marvelled at the singular whitness of it all and it hit me: damn, im getting old, to have white nostril hair!