Grandma in car

As the wheel of life seems to turn ever faster I find that not only am I sprouting new man-hairs (and sometimes dream that one man-hair has grown to like three feet long before I realize it; I'm stroking my chin and all of a sudden EEK!) but I douse myself in too much perfume. When the Babcia used to do this (with such quality colognes as Jean Nate and Jontue)and then go for a drive with me and Dr. Moo--refusing to let us put the windows down for fear of wrecking her fluffy white hair--we called it "grandma in car".

Little did I know the syndrome had such an early onset.