Grey matter or something like that

While going through my nightly ritual of pushing, shoving and kicking time to stop showing up all over my face, I noticed a very light hair just to the left of my part.  I leaned closer to the mirror and took a closer look.  Highlight?  No.  Looks different from a normal highlight.  Oh for the love of granny grabass, it is a GREY hair!  Grey!  I yanked that puppy out.  (I know.  You pull it out, it will bring back 6 of it’s bitchy friends to talk over your scalp. Form a coup and then it is all out warfare.  Or is it warhair?)

I didn’t yank it out in anger.  I didn’t yank it out in frustration.  I yanked it out in excitement to race to show my husband.  “Look!  I am old like YOU!  Look!” But sadly, I dropped it.  Do you know how hard it is to find a grey hair on cream colored carpet?

So instead, he got to hear this story that you are reading now.

Yep.  He reacted about like you are now.


I think that says it all.

Too bad I have an appointment with my colorist next week so any trace of a grey hair will be eradicated.  But it was there.  I can now officially blame my children for turning me grey.  That rocks!


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