Yesterday I posted this photo.
And said that I found one of them.
And I did find one of them. It was growing out the side of my head.
It was a gray hair.
I must say that I'm a little disappointed that nobody figured this one out and just automatically assumed that I found a huge rabbit hopping around in the back yard.
And just for the record, if we had found a rabbit in the back yard, Max would not have liked it, he would have had a major FREAKING OUT!
Max is not a big fan of animals that have not come from Build-a-bear.
I'm pretty sure that he would like animals if we had any around, however, we do not have any pets because:
#1. DH is allergic to fur.
#2. We have new carpet.
#3. I have enough on my mind, trying to keep 4 kids and one husband cared for. I do not need to be responsible for one more living thing. That goes for houseplants too.
Now don't get me wrong, I love dogs (cats, not so much, they're too sneaky) (and please don't send any hate mail about the fact that I like dogs more than cats.)
Max is convinced that the dog that lives behind us is someday going to eat the fence and come into our yard and eat him too.
I've told him that if the dog ate the fence he would probably be too full to eat him too. (unless he wanted to eat him for dessert, because he's so sweet)
Still, dogs, cats, lizards and real birds freak him out.
So, back to the original subject, I found a gray hair!!! I plucked it from my head so I knew for sure that it was mine, not like those others that I've found in my hairbrush. I was under the impression that some old lady was sneaking into our house while we were gone and brushing her hair with my brush. (I'm pretty sure she might have had something to do with that pair of old lady shoes that I bought too) No siree bob, I have to claim this stupid hair.
The really sad part is that I'm only 30.*
Anyway, I posted the gray hare/hair thinking that all of my bloggy friends would say things like:
"Oh honey, I'm sorry, you should try Clairol #5."
"Gray is the new blonde."
But, no. Instead of being all supportive, everyone is all excited about a huge, non-existing rabbit in our back yard. (which in reality would probably fit in nicely with all of Max's imaginary birds)
Now, excuse me, I need to go to the store and stock up on some Geritol and Oil of Olay.
* This is actually my third year being 30. I will not tell you how many years I spent at age 29.