This is going to be me soon, me thinks. I am losing the battle against the gray. I think mine is all tied into stress. I didn't have one, single, solitary gray hair until after Evan was born. And then it was manageable. A gray here, a gray there. Pluck, pluck, pluck. Multiply the kids, multiply the stresses, exponentially multiply the gray. And if I keep pluck, pluck, plucking, I will be bald on the right side of my head because that's where most of them pop up. Now, my sister can't wait for gray hair. She thinks it's distinguished looking and...something else strange that I can't remember. :-) I, however, am not okay at all with being 31 and having gray hair!!! I'm much too young for that...especially since I feel like I'm only about 22 still. You know the really strange thing? The other day I pulled out one that I had to take a double-take at. It was seriously gray at the root, brown in the middle and gray at the end. I must've had a calm between two storms in my life or something. I thought it was WAY weird and tried to save it but, of course, it got away from me. Sad but true story. I'm too poor to color my hair so when I look like the woman above, just tell me something nice like...I'm a sweet spirit. Yeah, that's always helped in the past!! (Ha!)
