That’s actually because sometimes I wear all-gray pajamas.

But fitting, actually …

Because here we see …

My gray hair.

I always wanted red hair.

Then, in a class a few years ago, there was a girl my age who – either dyed her hair, or – was prematurely gray. And I loved it.

I’d settle for prematurely gray hair. Andrew is not-so-secretly longing for me to have prematurely gray hair.

The above is what I have so far. At 26 years old.

It’s pretty much only in the front. And most of the pieces are still quite short (although, I do have 2 or 3 that are actually so long that they were cut in my last haircut).

You might be thinking to yourself, “How can Amy have that much gray hair? Her parents and grandparents were all much older when they went gray (or bald).”

It’s a just question.

And to answer, we must ask ourselves, “What has been a very large part of Amy’s life for the last few years, since the gray appeared?”

Answer:

Yes, that’s right, my friends.

I am fully and totally prepared to blame all my gray hair on Andrew.

You may imagine what he has done or not done to cause this gray in my life. Or you can ask him. I expect the graying to continue.

And all the while, Andrew will be gleefully giggly, barely containing his joy that I will soon have a full head of gray hair.