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Phew! I just got done doing 20 sit-ups, and boy are my abs burning.
OK, so my abs aren't burning, but my armpits are. How did it get so hot in here?
This is what I did this morning (aside from my normal everyday Cinderella chores):
-showered.
-dressed.
-blow dried my hair.
-applied my makeup for all my girlfriends.
-did a double take in the mirror, because what the...? Is that what I think it is? Oh. My. Heck. It is. A GREY HAIR.
But the instant I realized I had one, my dismay was replaced by pride. This means that I am growing up! I'm a big girl now. I can finally be allowed to sit at the "Big People" table at Thanksgiving and every other extended family get together. Yeee Haw!

I saw a woman the other day who had the most gorgeous silver/grey hair! I'm not even kidding. She was beautiful, and she wasn't a day younger than 65. She told me so herself. But it wasn't the clothes she was wearing, or the make up she had on, or anything materialistic about her. It was the way she carried herself. She had the thing that no amount of plastic surgery or clothes or hair dye or make up could give a person: She had confidence. She was kind, her eyes were smiley and she had the softest looking skin ever! When I asked her what her secret was, she patted my arm, looked at my Laynee (who, was at this time, throwing a crater size tantrum on the floor) and said, "Oh, honey. It's nothing but being loved by the right people, feeling their love, and giving it back to all those around me. My hair was once a beautiful brown just like yours. Now it's silver, but that's because I've earned it. And I wear it just as proudly as those Olympians who've earned their silver medals. The only ones who think silver medals are for second place losers are the gold medal wearers (or 65 year old un-natural brunettes) who are jealous of the silver we wear so happily and contentedly."

So you see, my friends, I am slowly (but surely!) earning my medal. One grey hair at a time!