Its the beginning of the rest of my life.

I had to color my hair today.
Why is it the beginning of the rest of my life?
Because I will have to color my hair. Forever.
I'm getting too may greys. Meh.

I have been noticing the greys for a little while, lately. More have been appearing lately. I have been thinking of coloring my hair, but terrified of it, since the last home-dye job turned me into Ronald McDonald, and was a very expensive repair.
But, beer was involved in that one, so I learned, no beer and hair color should mix. Ever.

My birthday is coming up. 34. I don't like it. At all. I am moving from my early 30's to mid 30's. Soon, I'll be closer to my 40's than I was my 30's. Its okay that Larry is in his early 40's. He's a guy. I don't think they really care. He's been grey for awhile- its his style. He looks quite distinguished with it. I don't care- I'm fighting the grey hair every step of the way. I'm Larry's mid-life crisis. I can't be grey. Ah ahahaha.

So, I'm talking to my girlfriends last night, saying I'm finding more greys, and I don't like it. My girlfriends look at me, and one goes, "Oh my God, it IS getting grey! I just saw it when you moved your hair!" That was her first reaction. Oh, God. This is the end. Sh*t!

Early this morning, I put my big girl panties on, and went to the store. Picked out a nice golden brown, held my breath, and dyed my hair.

Its beautiful! I love it! Its a nice, rich brown, that lighens up in the sun. Yay, me!
But, I will have to color it for ever. This blows.
I love the color, and don't mind dying it. What I don't like is the reason.
Meh!

Larry loves it, and my girlfriends love it, so its all good.