Sic Transit Gloria Monday.

Two days ago, I was engaged in one of my favorite nervous habits while doing paperwork at the shop; fiddling with my ponytail over my shoulder. Something caught my eye...

My first gray hair.

Argh.

It's in a plastic bag in my purse at the moment, along with the expired registration for a motorcycle I no longer own, while I decide how to dispose of it. Maybe if I torture it gruesomely first, its friends will be too scared to come after it.

Not that I'm bitter about this, or anything...