So, this week, Mr. Ambrya and I had an episode in the kitchen that basically went like this:
Him: "Hold still--" *messes with my hair*
Me: "Huh? Why?"
*ploink*
"Ow! The fu[/black]ck--?"
"You had a gray."
"Oh, I did not, quit messing with me!"
"Sure you did, see?"
"Oh, fu[black]ck..."
That's the first "official" gray (by "official" I mean it wasn't a light-colored hair that COULD have been gray, or could have been just really light, which I sometimes have) that wasn't in my eyebrows.
V. annoying. I find myself envying the people who gray early, such as several of my friends, who started graying in their late teens or early 20s. Because when that happens, you can shrug it off as being a genetic thing, but when you DON'T come from a family that grays early, it means that you are, in fact, getting old.
*sigh*