gray

I now have one more way to relate to Anderson Cooper. As of Saturday, Anderson and I both have gray hair. (The other way I relate to Anderson Cooper is that he got his start on Channel One news and I watch Channel One news...well, that relation is a stretch...)

I was looking in the mirror on Saturday, attempting to do something with my hair besides straight. I had just finished cleaning my house and felt excited that it was done and that I could see those heavenly vacuum lines on the carpet.

And then...dum, dum, dum...there it was: an honest-to-goodness short, coarse, gray hair coming right out of my side part. I tried unsuccessfully to pull the hair out with my fingers, but had to resort to plucking it out with tweezers. I almost shed a tear. I literally stood in the bathroom studying the travesty and instantly updated my Twitter with my find. My dad convinced me that it was probably my time to have a few gray hairs. My mom said agreed. My brother Zach laughed. Ben said, "now you have to stop laughing at my gray hair in my beard."

I've told my students since my first year of teaching that they were going to make my hair turn gray. I think this first gray was a combination of stress rlated to work (namely, students), school (namely, weekly reading and assignments, and an extreme upcoming change to my lifestyle (namely, a baby).

Now I've becomed obsessed with looking for the pesky little buggars. Thus far there have been no repeat offenders, but I kind of feel like it's just a matter of time.

And so I bought some more hair dye today, just to be on the safe side.