Wednesday, March 9, 2011
I found my first gray hair a few days ago. On top of my head, right along the part. I pulled it out, because with my big ole belly I couldn't get close enough to the mirror to verify that it was, in fact, a gray hair, and not a freaky pale blond one that I occasionally get. It was actually beautifully white, not gray. Kind of neat. I don't know if it appreciated me ripping it out by the root. I had sort of figured I'd be older than 30 when I started going gray, but whatever. My dad was totally gray by the time he was my age, and by his 60th birthday his hair was snowy white. I'll leave the next one there.