Some of you know that I'm a red head. Always have been. My hair used to be really close to the same color of my son's hair...and you would call that Orange.
I have to tell you that while I was growing up, and even not so long ago, I used to joke and say that I wouldn't have gray hair, I'd have peach hair. I thought it would be lovely, and fitting, to go from red/auburn to a lighter, sweet peach color.
And then the day came.
The day where my loving husband snatched four, FOUR, gray hairs from the top of my scalp.
Oh my heart!
Not one ounce of peach to them...they were SIL-VER!
I sort of forgot about that awful day...because hubby quit reminding me...
But yesterday, in my van, with the sunroof opened, I could see a bright silver strand waving at me in the rearview mirror.
I plucked it out and searched for more.
I only found one other, but thought I caught a glimpse of another one.
It eluded me.
Until...hubby stood over my shoulder while I sat here typing something earlier.
NO...that's not it. He was standing behind me while I was typing AND he was rubbing my sore shoulders.
And he let out an evil chuckle.
He found the one I missed.
The kids are beating me at video games.
I lose my balance every other day.
And now...more gray hair.
Thirty is for the birds!