Meet Gray Hair #3. I woke up one morning in late June 2009 and found this little guy. It's my third gray (and the second one I've found since becoming a homeowner), but it is the first one documented and snapped in the wild. My very first gray came shortly after I turned 30. During that time, I guess the stress of being unemployed, living rent-free at my brother and sister-in-law's house, eating all their food, and making a me-sized dent in their couch while I caught up on 6 years of CSI: reruns in 3 months finally took its toll on me.
They say if you pluck a gray hair, three friends will come to its funeral. Oh well.
PS. It is not easy taking a picture of a gray hair up against a gray wall.
2 comments:
Only three come to a gray hair's funeral? Someone should have told my grays that one.. I had a whole stadium full show up for me.
you guys are so funny! And, Jess, we all know you still get carded!
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