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!