Ok, here we go.
Tonight we had a dinner at church. I got in the truck before B had J in his car seat so I took a look at my hair in the mirror. It felt like it was misbehaving so I decided to take a look and see what I had subjected the world to.
And there it was.
Correction. There THEY were.
Two, bright white hairs. YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!
I went into full on panic mode and yelled for B to take a look at once. His response was this :
"Oh yeah. Maybe it's just paint."
Ok this is the point where I went ballistic for two reasons. One, he clearly wasn't paying attention when I said what I did with my day and two, where did he even see fresh white paint in the house?!
Back to the.... Intruders.
After we separated them from the rest of the pack, B plucked them from my scalp and just like that, they were out of my life. Until I found one sitting in my lap in the ride home and I shed a tear.
I would have taken a picture but I didn't want the reminder. Or the blackmail chance for B.
Thanks, Charlie Mize.
I'll continue to wear black until I feel I have appropriately mourned my follicular woes.