Forget the Clearasil, I need some Clairol

So this past Sunday I actually made it to church with make up on and my hair fixed and down. This is pretty unbelievable considering that my new Chi has been used all of about 4 times since I got it for Christmas.


During the service, James and I sat in front of our dear friends, Mike and Molly. I often tease Molly - out of love of course - about her age since I am sooo young at the ripe age of 28, and the three of them are nearing - or in for our boys - their mid 30s. So when Molly leaned forward during the service and whispered, "You've got a gray hair," I wasn't phased by it at all because obviously I DO NOT have gray hair. I'm 28 people.


You can imagine my shock when I pulled the hair out and saw this...

The picture doesn't do it justice, but that hair is in fact gray...from root to tip. No matter what light you hold it in, it's gray. Believe me on this. I viewed it from many, many angles.

Now I'm not going to get all "I'm so old" on y'all. I hate it when my twenty-something friends talk about how old we are because we are obviously not...we're in our twenties. It doesn't get younger than this. We were teenagers less than 10 years ago. Nope, I'm not going to feel old at all. I'll just be telling myself this is a side effect of the pregnancy. Y'all have heard of that side effect, right?