One more thing, and my latest music obsession.

First of all, thanks for the encouraging words about my gray hairs. I should clarify that the particularly sparkling offender I mentioned does not act alone. When people complain about a single gray hair I kind of want to call the waaaaambulence. I have an army of grays on my head. Most of them can be camouflaged by the way I swoop my bangs and the multicolored nature of my locks in general.

But as my friend Bre said on Facebook, “I dye my hair anyway, but I don’t want to HAVE to dye it!”

Ditto and amen, sister. When push comes to shove, I don’t foresee a time when I will stop coloring my hair for any reason. It’s just a matter of principal. I want my sporadic forays into hair color experimentation to be purely elective, and that just ain’t happening anymore.

And I might also note that the other day as I applied concealer to my gnarly under-eye circles, I noticed that I don’t have the smooth complexion I once so irresponsibly took for granted. Happy birthday to me. It happens fast, friends. Watch. Out.

Well, I guess now is as good a time as any to shove a new band down your throats. Or … ears.

They’re called the Freelance Whales.

This is officially the dorkiest band name in the world. They’re trying too hard, in my opinion, when it comes to the band name.

But I digress.

Nathan found the Freelance Whales on a sample playlist on playlist.com, and for some inexplicable reason, I can’t find a single one of their songs on playlist.com. I really don’t understand. But anyway, give them a listen. I doubt you’ll regret it: