I’m 28 years old. I have no stress in my life. I don’t have screaming kids running around my house, a dog pooping in the living room, and a husband gripping about my recent trips to Ann Taylor Loft and Starbucks. My life is pretty much stress-less, which yes, stress-less is a word I just made up…deal with it.
Well you can imagine my surprise, when in San Francisco I noticed a few gray hairs on my head! Yes, gray hairs! At first I thought it was time to visit my trusty eye doctor, because my eyes MUST being going bad, or maybe the lighting in the bathroom was bad, OR maybe the gray hairs are really blonde. It’s a fact that in the summer my hair turns lighter. Yes, there’s no way I have gray hairs, it must be one of those things. Still, Saturday night in our fancy hotel bathroom I inspected the gray; I mean blonde hairs in the fancy super-up-close hotel mirror. Blogger World, it appears I am getting old, because I have gray hairs. Multiple gray hairs! Do you realize I’m going to have a full head of gray hair before I have a decent date? Folks, please excuse me, I need to call my hair lady for a color appointment.