When I'm a little old lady . . .

I'm going to look like the fabulously stylish, white-haired woman I saw at Panera today.

 

And I will make carrot cake for all my grandchildren, and grow hydrangeas by the front door, and read Robert Frost to my little old husband while he smokes his pipe. It's going to be awesome.

Now to acquire white hair. (It doesn't run in the family. Phooey.)