My hair has betrayed me this weekend. I was not feeling well over the last few days so I took it easy and lazed around the house all weekend. This morning I woke up feeling better so the girls and I decided to go to the library. On our way I happened to look in the rearview mirror just as the sun came out from behind a cloud and gasp, I saw a gray hair. I completely freaked out! Morgan, in the way only a ten year old girl could, said "but mom, that doesn't mean your old". She is now my favorite again. When we stopped at the library the girls wanted to see for themselves this gray hair that had reduced me to a blubbering mess. So I showed them, bless their little hearts. Cerah promptly informed me that it was actually more white than gray. Morgan then proceeded to tell me that not only did I have one gray hair, I had three. I went from having none to three in the space of three days.
Now I know this does not seem like a big deal but I really like my hair. Just the way it is, or was before the traitors showed up. It's my favorite part of myself. It's different. I love being able to tell people that no I don't highlight it, frost it, or color it. It just naturally looks the way it does. I am not vain. I am just very attached to the color of my hair. I have threatened to send it to the chopping block if it does not stop this foolish march toward Graysville. I am willing to pluck out the traitors and use them as an example to the others. I think I would have made a very fair queen.
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