Happy Frickin 28th Birthday to me.

My gift?

Finding my first white hair.

……And discovering it has friends.

I did what most women in my situation might do.  I immediately called my mother. Yes, there was screeching involved.

She was at least kind enough to tell me that my grandfather’s stripe was beautiful prior to telling me that I’m old and TICKTOCKTICKTOCK get on the grandkids!

My husband, however, upon hearing me on the phone with mum chirped up, “Ask her if she sent you some hair dye in your Birthday shipment.”

If you are fond of him, now would be a good time to say goodbye.