So I'm in the bathroom, preening my hair when I see a gray hair shining up at me from the back of my head.
No problem. I pluck the sucker.
Weird, there's another one. *pluck*
Um, what's that silver shine still gleaming back at me? *PLUCK*
DAMMIT WHAT THE HELL?? *PLUCK PLUCK*
With the faintest shimmer still remaining in my hair, I raced out of the bathroom! I mean...I cannot face ONE MORE STINKING GRAY HAIR!!
So my question is, at what point do you stop plucking and just acknowledge that YES you're growing OLDER! *SIGH SIGH SIGH* At what point do you start dyeing your hair? Yes I realize a few (count 'em, FIVE+) hairs are not worth dyeing. But oh yes, my time will come. GRRRRR
Another question, how did those bastards get so long without my seeing them? They were LONG...I'm saying like 10-12 inches!! GAH! GAH! GAH!!!!