OH Boy. It was inevitable. But, so soon? REALLY? Yes, I’m aware that I’m yelling…REALLY? No, REEEALLYY?
Sunday. It’s supposed to be a day of rest, right? Not in my world. It was the day I discovered something and uttered those dreaded four words: I. Have. Gray. Hair.
Yeah, I know.
I was blow drying my used-to-be jet black locks when I parted my hair only to see the culprit. The first official gray hair. I’m ONLY 27. OK, so I’ll be 28 in 31 days, but who’s counting?
I just didn’t expect this to happen so soon. I mean, I knew it would be inevitable someday, but before I turn 30? That’s just sad, isn’t it?
Needless to say, I screamed in horror. Hubby runs into the bathroom and says “Are you OK?”
“I’m old,” I say.
“What’s wrong,” he says.
“I found a gray hair,” I explain.
He laughs. LAUGHS! And says, “What’s the big deal, I have a bunch of them.”
“Yeah, but gray hair on a man is actually kind of sexy,” I say to him. It’s true, look at Clooney for Godsake. He’s gorgeous and has a full head of gray hair. It actually makes him MORE attractive. It’s distinguising. I think I even read somewhere that George W. Bush dyed his hair gray when he first became President so that people would take him more seriously. I don’ t know if that’s true or not, but come on when has a woman ever done that? Yeah you know the answer to that.
I know it’s taboo, but I pulled it out. You must understand that it stood out in the sea of my black hair. It was mocking me and I couldn’t continue to look at it. Yeah, yeah, yeah I’ve heard the saying, ”10 more will come to its funeral.”
I expect it now and will be waiting with an appointment to get my hair dyed.
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