No! Its not what you're thinking.
Instead, I'm referring to those thin, silvery, way-too-shiny annoyances that multiply at a too-great speed on my scalp.
Whatever happened to the days when I would spot only one random silver (let's just totally avoid the word gray - ugh!) strand amongst my dark brown hair and simply pluck that baby, leaving no evidence of its having shown up where it didn't belong?
Those days are gone. Gone for good.
Why? Because they are no longer random. Now, they have friends. In fact, they're making an abundance of new friends rapidly ... daily. Not that I have anything against friendship, but c'mon - this is a little over-the-top. Who needs that many friends?
Apparently, my head thinks it does. Its like a party up there! Silver "friends" showing up here, there, everywhere, and out of the blue. Word's apparently getting around that the top of my head is where its all "happening."
What's more ... these guys don't even bother to wait for an invitation or to make reservations - for sometime in the far distant future. Nope. These irritating party-crashers just show up whenever they feel like it, on a whim even, then take up permanent residency ... without even asking my permission.
Pluck 'em? No-can-do! Tried that. Wasn't a good plan.
You see, since I've reached the stage of hosting multitudinous silver guests at this too-crowded party on my head, plucking now could potentially lead to LPB ... Lori-Patterned-Baldness. I'm not that accomodating of a hostess!
Tried coloring the gray (Oops! I mean, silver). Turns out, not all my silver guests accept color.
Discrimation!
On the flip side, Proverbs 16: 31 says - "The silver-haired head is a crown of glory."
A crown!
Hey! I believe I'm wearing four of those. Crowns, that is. Namely: Lindsey, Audrey, Samuel and Anderson.
Proverbs 17: 6 says - "Grandchildren are the crown of the aged."
Bring on the silver linings!
