It's Official: I'm Old

The traumatic breakup of Christmas '05 left me (adrienne) scarred with a single white hair. I remember finding it nestled among my black locks just in time for my first Valentine's Day alone. A big thank you to my ex-roomate who tried to help me put things in perspective. I'm sure it may have involved some alcohol and crying on stairs. 

I thought I had passed my expiration date, but as time passed the lone white hair remained solitaire. I dismissed it as just a fluke, the result of a traumatic break-up. It wasn't the sign of aging as I originally thought. 

But now, Ladies and Gentleman, it's official: I'm old. 

Two white hairs.... oh wait- THREE. Tony just found another one as I type! They go so well with my crow's feet. So while Tony's excited that I'm catching up to him, I think I may go and try to drown my sorrows. Curse all you blonds out there!