"You have a few grey hairs" my mom said to me today.
"Yes I know, finally." I replied turning up the volume on the tv so I could hear Smackdown.
"What do you mean finally?"
"I won't have to bleach it anymore... or at lest bleaching will be easier. "
"You won't need to worry yet. Not like your cousin. You've only got two or three only notice if your standing beside you looking." mom said with a snare.
"Not worried. I hate being this colour. Besides, it took alot to get those few greys, lot of freaking out while back about the wrestling stuff. My three strains of grey are a badge of blogging honour." I turned up the volume again.
"You're so weird. I don't know about you sometimes." mom answered