I found my first gray hair over the weekend. Actually, I didn’t find it. It was pointed out to me with a delighted, “You should see this hair on the top of your head. I’ts so gray.” And it was… totally white-gray, bold and notieable. So I grabbed it and started the hair removal process of one quick tug. The response to this move? A disbelieving, “You’re going to pull it out?”

“Um yeah.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s gray and I’m twenty-eight years old. And did I mention it’s gray? And it’s only one hair, easily removed. Would you prefer I leave it and use it as a conversation piece? I’ll walk up to people, point it out and say “Look! Stress!”

I didn’t say it, but I was thinking it.