I did something unusual this weekend - I washed my own hair.
This may seem strange to some, but the truth is - I rarely wash my own mop top.
The reason: That's what the hair dresser is for. I go every week or so.
So, I washed my own hair this weekend, and left it a little frizzy and wild so it could air dry.
As I was combing through it, I saw what looked like one of my cat's hairs (you'd be amazed at where these things show up. . . )
But it wasn't.
It was my first gray hair/
(Cue the screaming crowd)
I can't have a gray hair.
I'm only 30-something. . . (I bet you thought I was going to tell you how old I am. Silly reader.)
Panic set in.
I have one gray hair now. . . what if it has friends?
What if it's friends start coming out to play, too?
What if my whole head turns gray, and then hair dye won't work and I'm looking old and gray and then someone mistakes me for an escaped nursing home resident and tries to send me back and. . .
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Ok, I'm tripping.
I mean, it's only one gray hair.
It can't be that bad.
Gray hair is striking, dignified, even. . . why not enjoy it?
I'm making a hair appointment to get this taken care of as we speak.
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