I'm too young for this....

So I need to give you 100% realness in this blog post.  I just walked Doyle (my dog), and I went into the bathroom to wash my face, only to realize that it's Sunday night.  If I'm being super-duper real, it's actually Monday morning at 12:52am as I'm typing this.  I tend to do my weekly skincare touchups on Sunday nights, i.e.: facemasks (if needed), eyebrow plucking, etc.

So much to my horror as I looked in the 10x magnifying mirror....  and there it was.  The illusive culprit for all that is horrible for a woman in life.     T   H   E       F  I  R  S  T       G  R  A  Y       H  A  I  R    !

It was in my right eyebrow, just staring me right in the face.  Taunting me.  So I had to make the almighty decision.  To pluck or not to pluck?...  And just to be clear, this was NOT one of those light blonde hairs that you think "might be" a gray one.  It was straight up GRAY, no joke.

Aaaaand, you guessed it I plucked that bad boy!  I'm sorry, I'm 33 frickin' years young and I don't need no gray hair crampin' my style.  Albeit, I understand it was only in my right eyebrow, but hey your "first" is always a bigger deal than you make it out to be.  *you know what I'm sayin*

I thought these horrifying mirror discoveries would happen in my late 40's, but no.  Let's just show up to the party a few decades early when I'm 33, I'm not even to my MID 30's yet.  No need to get ahead of yourself you gray little monsters.

I'm just going to chalk it all up to stress.  Yep, that sounds like a perfectly acceptable excuse...  Stress.  Obviously my right eyebrow was stressed out to the max.  I hadn't maintained her and she got mad.  And she's down right nasty, if you ask me.

I promise, my rant is over...  But I will never forget the day I had my first gray hair.  I may have nightmares.  I'll keep you posted :/

So have YOU found a gray hair yet?  If so, how old were you when you found it???  I'm extra curious to know, so post a comment below. 

Thanks for letting me rant today