What the...

This morning as I brushed my locks (...98...99...100!) a glint caught my eye. There, gleaming softly on a bed of winter auburn, was a single silver hair. I've named it Anne, because it must have been hiding *somewhere* while it grew. Unfortunately it seems to be an anomaly. I've searched my beard from front to back and there isnt another. Grow, my silver pretties, grow!!!

*proud as the day I got my first pubic hair*