The solution:
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the top picture is a gray hair. I cannot tell you how traumatized I was when my sister discovered it at the Astros game. Of course, it didn't help any when Andrew looked over and said, "You never noticed it before? It was shining like a beacon!" Thanks, smart guy.
Sigh. I have inherited many of my mother's good genes - I don't have acne, my cholesterol is scaringly perfect, I am healthy as a horse, and I have her eye color. I hoped to also inherit the non-gray hair; she just got gray hair within the past couple of years (she's 57!), and my maternal grandmother didn't get gray hair until she was in her 70s. Nope, I've inherited my father's hair - he was gray by 30.
Needless to say, as quickly as I could, I abandoned letting my hair go back to its natural color. I've been coloring it for years for fun; not it's a necessity.
Oh, I haven't been running - I've been house-sitting in Webster and the heat has been so horrible (and I've been staying up past my bedtime too many times). I'll get back on the ball when I get back from NY, I hope. I do plan on running a lot while I'm there, if the weather cooperates. If nothing else, there's a 4-miler next Saturday in Central Park that I'm signing up for.
Cheers!
1 comment:
OMG :) Sorry - I feel your pain. I've been finding a couple too and I keep telling Edwin every time he points one out that I'll go Red if he doesn't stop.
He hasn't pointed one out in a while.
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