Okay, so I just finished pulling 6 (that's right six! More than one hand of fingers) gray hairs from my head. Up until now I knew exactly where the 2 gray hairs were on my head. And I know there are more than 6 today b/c I saw them, but I just decided it was better to have a gray hair than no hair.
I remember being little and looking at my grandmother and thinking her gray hair was beautiful! I remember telling her that I couldn't wait to have gray hair like her's because it was so pretty and shiny. Yeah... I can wait now. I still think gray hair is beautiful, but I don't think it's beautiful on ME! Come on! I'm 28! Can't I at least get to 30? Or 40 even?! I suppose I have to either deal with it or start dishing out the coin for hair dye. I don't want to do either. Humpht!
Okay, there is my pity party post. I'm off to mope in a dark room with no mirrors or tweezers.