Only once before in my life have I found a gray hair on my head. And I think I blogged about it, but I'm not going to take the time to find that blog and link to it. If I didn't blog about it, I considered blogging about it.
Anyway, this morning I was getting ready for work and while fixing my hair, happened to catch an odd-colored hair in the mix. Bother. This isn't helpful. It's difficult to go through all the physical pregnancy changes -- the expanding waistline, the dim, sick look in my eyes, the tired look on my face -- let's face it, pregnancy is taking it's toll on me. BUT -- a gray hair? Is that really necessary?
I also blame the gray hair on the stress of moving to DC, being away from Ryan, starting a new job, etc., etc., etc. Now I'm adding another stressor to the list -- getting gray hair. Can stressing about gray hair give you more gray hair? I suppose I could always dye it -- and believe me, I should diet! :)
As a follow-up to the post about the GPS, I kept driving. Though I was scared spitless, there was this part of me that was strangely mesmerized by where this little black box of directions would take me. And it did get me home safely...
2 comments:
Now, which would you rather have, a gray hair or a gray BEARD hair (if you were a man)? I actually PLUCKED the first gray hair out of my chin when I saw it. No joke. I'm fine with getting older, but TO HELL WITH GRAY HAIR! At least not until I'm 50. You too. No more gray hairs, or you're out of the will.
John -- I've found about four more gray hairs. This is seriously depressing. I'm buying hair dye this evening. Ugh. I bet plucking out the gray hairs from my head is much less painful than having to pluck them from a chin. For real.
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