Dear Grey Hair,
Thank you for letting me know I’m getting older, but please, can I have a break? I’m only 34. Can you wait, say.. 10 years to take over my scalp?
While combing my wet hair, one of you will stick straight up, obvious to the world. And since you’re only an inch long, I can never seem to pull you out. Grey Hair, why can’t you just populate in the back of my head where I can’t see you? I could handle that.
I blame your abundance on my 3 year old (you know how he is). I refuse to color over you, Grey Hair. So instead, let’s make a deal. Rather than visiting me one at a time, perhaps you can all join the party at once. I have no problem being a “platinum blonde.” Bring it on.