I've always welcomed my birthdays and getting more mature and such. I say this and it's all good, in theory.
I found a gray hair today at work. IT WAS ATTACHED TO MY HEAD WHICH MEANS THAT IT'S MINE.
I like to think that I've handled the discovery well. I haven't ran out to buy hair dye... yet. And that's really only because I'm trying to get chemicals away from my hair.
If I find any more gray hair, though, it's all over. I'll be at WalMart in a quick minute to purchase hair dye. Ooh, maybe red....
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