A GRAY HAIR.
So I did what every normal person would do. I took a picture, well I took multiple pictures, but only one turned out pretty decent. I had others, but it's funny how mirrors catch whatever is going on in the background too. So I'll save you from seeing Tony and Tyson dancing in the background. They're special.
As I tried to tell Tony that I didn't understand this gray hair and why it's come on so early in my life: I don't have the ability to blame this hair on kids like my Mom likes to do. I don't have that stress....yet!
Thinking of what it could be, I came up with a few things:
- Living in Waldo.....
- Tyson.....he's cute, but boy is he needy
- Keeping a clean house. What? It could stress me out if I actually cleaned it....regularly
- Training to be a ninja. - And you thought you knew everything about me.
I woke up this morning realizing none of those things were me and the gray hair was just excess dry shampoo.
Well, at least I'll know of some options for later in life.