When did I get so old?

Last night when I was brushing my teeth I happened to glance up at the mirror.

"Oh," I thought "there's a cathair on my head. Well that's what I get for having a white cat."

So, I went to remove the Circe hair from my head.

But there was a problem.

It seemed to be attached to my head.

A white hair, NOT black, attached to MY HEAD!

"AH! NOOOOOOOO!!!!" screamed I.

"Wuh ish ih?" asked Chris from around a mouthful of toothpaste.

"A grey hair! I'm not suposed to have grey hair! Ooooh! Noo! I don't want to be old!"

So I plucked it. It's sitting beside my keyboard now. I'm trying to take consolation in the fact that it's a rather pretty sparkly white rather than a dull iron grey or something like that, but really.

I'm too young for this!!

(And it doesn't help that my mother started going grey pretty young. Sigh.)