Looking good, looking good
OH. Wait. Back up. HOLY @*(#&^*@(!
Theres, like, a cluster of gray hairs. A CLUSTER. I used to have this cute little gray hair that was charming and all, but I swear there's a full on garden of grays sprouting left and right. The picture doesn't do it justice. You can't see it well. But there's way more gray than it looks.
Flip to the other side. Same sprouts. OH hell no.
Great, so now I'm sprouting gray horns. That's cool. I mean, that dragon movie is popular now, right? Do dragons have horns? I dig Emilou's hair, but not this business. I knew this was pretty much the hardest year of my life thus far, but dang.
And so I keep flipping around. Sprouts left and right. I swear they turned up overnight. I see visions of Nice& Easy commercials flash through my head. Next thing you know I'll be wearing twin sets. A different color for each day. With khakis. KHAKIS! OMG OMG OMG
Okay. So I'm 30 something. I have 3 kids. This is it. I'm getting old. No. I know 30's aren't old. Hell, 50's aren't old. In fact, I don't even think of my grandma as old. But it's just that MY hair is now gray. In multiple areas. Like a dalmation freaking puppy. Except opposite. When you have a bad year does your brain just send the signal "Abort! Abort! Let's wrap this shit up!" or "She's had a hard year, let's give her polka dots on her head. Yeah, that'll make her feel better." Do people sprout gray hair during stress or am I making that up? And why do I even care? I color my hair regularly anyway. But it's the principle...
Well, if it's any consolation, I'm in better shape than I was in my 20s. That's something. Right? Hell, my wedding dress from 10 years ago is too big for me. Right? Right?
Guess I should get a tattoo now..