The First Gray Hare

I had a hilarious conversation w/my husband the other night. I've been watching the top of my head for a couple years now, dreading the day when the first real gray hair showed up. Up until now they've just been ash blonde, but it finally happened! It took a couple years w/kids, but the first indisputably gray hair has popped up. I couldn't believe it. It's like knowing you're standing in a busline, but still being surprised when one finally hits you.

I stumbled into the bedroom in shock & sat down next to Alan. "You're not going to believe this! I finally have my FIRST gray hair!" I was already starting to wail about being way, WAY too young when I noticed him looking puzzled.

"No way," he said.

"Really?" I said, feeling hopeful. Maybe it was just another hair that was really, REALLY ash blonde.

"No, you have more than one."

This was like getting hit by a MAC truck when still down from the bus.

"You have gray hair sprinkled all across the top of your head. You have for a couple years."

The wailing got louder from there, & i'll spare you the details--but he made it sound like an army of gray ants were marching across the top of my head. Anyway, one very expensive trip to the stylist (Kelly assured me that I DID only have a few gray hairs, & the rest were just really, REALLY ash blonde--now there's a smart man) later, my vanity is feeling better. But speaking on behalf of the women of the world, this is NOT the response we want to hear when we're distraught about having ONE gray hair. Actually, let's call it a HARE. I like gray hares!
--LOL, Layla

PS. I think this story is hilarious, but I can't keep telling it, or Alan will DIVORCE me--honey, I promise this is the last time!!!