I checked out my curly hair in the mirror this afternoon and saw an errant, weirdly textured hair on the top of my head . . . I plucked it out for examination.
It was gray.
That was my first one. I really am getting old.
Pictures of my life in a thousand words . . . more or less.
I checked out my curly hair in the mirror this afternoon and saw an errant, weirdly textured hair on the top of my head . . . I plucked it out for examination.
It was gray.
That was my first one. I really am getting old.