Julep: Now, the deluge.

First, to Twinks: the astonishing thing to me about your last post is that your MIL thought it was appropriate or necessary to tell you that you should apologize and arrange to take your gift to the bride-to-be. Does she think you were raised by wolves? Your MIL has had plenty of opportunity to observe your manners in the past few years, and after all, your mama is a lovely woman who brought you up right for heavens sake. I would have gotten a little frosty at that directive, myself. But then, my inability to suffer condescension is one of my worst traits.

Now, to my reason for visiting the blog: I was just washing my hands in the ladies' room a moment ago, and I saw something glinting at me below my earring. I thought to myself, "Is there something stuck in my hair?" I looked more closely, and woe. Woe is me. There were not one but two bright silver strands - not tactfully hiding themselves in the hairs at my temples, but all the way down in the mass of my curls. Of course, I yanked them both immediately - and then waved them at my secretary to share my outrage. She said, "I hate to tell you this, but I see another one." I yelped, "Pull it out!" and she started to do so but then advised me there was a whole mess of them.

I suppose I should be grateful that I made it this long. My daddy and MaidenAunt both started to show significant gray between 30 and 35 ... and I'm 34. But I am not happy about this. Yes, I can (and will) dye it but I really do not feel emotionally prepared for dealing with substantially gray hair. Going gray before getting pregnant seems like some sort of unkind biological prank.