OMG that goes grey too?

Now I’m sure you’re thinking ohhh good lord she’s going to talk about pubic hair isn’t she? Well no I’m not going to talk about pubes cause if you didn’t know that gem of a brunette’s decay, then you’ve packed your bags and moved to Egypt, cause you’re in denial or you’re young or a blonde that doesn’t have to worry about it and honestly, I hate you right now. But mostly the fact about grey pubes is that at my stage of the game is that if  and I mean if :

a) actually do feel like hopping on the good foot    AND

b) have mentally gotten past all the stretch marks and wobbly bits

...then clearly I am far too drunk to give a rats about grey pubes!

No, what shocked the crap out of me in the going grey department, was grey in my eyebrows!  Now going grey really does my head in.  It's not like I’m not a vain person, well I thought I wasn’t until I started getting grey hairs…  But now at least once a day, you can catch me at the mirror with a pair of tweezers, systematically going through my hair on a 'grey hair witch hunt'. 

 

Mind you, should my grey hair congregate in one neat little patch near the front left of my hairline like Polgara from the David Eddings books, I would totally be jiggy with that, cause she was cool and not mention, a kick arse powerful sorceress.

And at least for the most part, turning grey is a respected transition from the maiden to the crone with the implication of achieved wisdom but grey eyebrows?  They just make me simply think of Santa – a fat guy with bad fashion sense that you see once a year, who goes about buying your affection with the promise of gifts.

Grey hair in your eyebrows is a crime against humanity and dragons alike I tell you!