I just got back from the bathroom, where I discovered that not only do I need a haircut, but I have grown my very first gray hair. Nothing this momentous has happened to me since I first learned to say, “Cheerios.”
I’m tempted to cut it off and tape it to a special place on the wall but I think I’ll wait, lest it get lost. You know, that whole white on white thing. But still. I feel like I’m finally growing up, to be stressed out enough for gray hair. Yay!