I found a gray hair.
Yep. One bona fide silver strand.
Does this mean that I'm officially older or wiser? Or both?
I would like to thank my children for this distinguished award.
And I especially want to thank my hairdresser for making me feel young in spite of my graying hair.
When it comes to hair, I am hopelessly clueless.
I didn't discover the blow dryer until I was a freshman in college.
Before then, I thought the quickest way to dry hair was to roll the windows down and drive fast.
And as for the few tangles I got into with the curling iron, well, lets just say I lost.
Not much has changed since then.
I'm still a mommy who occasionally sticks her head out the window to dry.
I'm just more careful now not to blind anyone with my silver streak.