I've written a haiku about my hair going gray:
Like the changing leaves
My hair approaches winter
Soon there will be snow
It's gonna look cool when it's all white-like. Now, before you say "You're obsessed with your gray hairs," think about this. Suppose your hair began to change color, gradually at first so you didn't notice, and then with each haircut becoming more and more pronounced. Wouldn't you want a visual record of the transformation? Wouldn't you be intrigued by it? I mean, how many times in your life does your hair change color on it's own? Well, OK, more than once for those of you whose hair did the blonde-to-brown thing. I think Holly's hair is going to do that. She thinks so, too, so she isn't going to be all upset or whatever if it does.
So, an amusing story of laundry night. I knew I had 5 pairs of shorts, and I found 2 in the back bathroom and 2 in the laundry hamper. I was like, "Damn, where's my other pair of shorts? I know I have 5!"
It wasn't until I started the laundry that I realized where they were. They were on my butt.