I was standing at the sink doing dishes last night when Brett snuck up behind me, put his arms around my waist and laid his head on my back. We stood there for a moment, enjoying the closeness. Eventually, he picked his head up, but didn't let go of my waist.
All of a sudden, I felt a sting on my scalp, like a bug bite. Then another. And another.
"Ow. OW!" I cried. "What's going on? What are you doing back there?"
"I thought you'd want me to get this out of your hair..."
"Get what out? Is it a spider? I think it bit me! Get it out! Get it out!"
Brett reaches his arm around and dangles something in my face, too close for me to see. "Look how long it is!" he says admiringly.
I crane my neck backward and the object between his fingertips comes into focus.
It's a gray hair. Very long. Very gray. Very unwelcome.
It has friends, too. There's a party going on and all the gray hairs are invited.
4 comments:
Welcome to the club. Not really fair that I should be welcoming you to the club being that you're older than me, but whatever. I had to start dying my hair to stop myself from pulling all my hair out.
Also... has Brett seen his OWN head? I'd say you should start pulling all HIS gray hairs, but he's got to hang onto as much hair as possible... no matter WHAT color it is. :)
I guess that is one good thing about being blonde..the gray is harder to notice..but I do think that is about the only good thing...sorry about your gray hair party...douse em' in hair dye I say!
New material!!!
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