This afternoon, Christine and I decided to stop over at Lowes because my garage door clicker/opener thingy has been acting up and not working all that well, and I wanted to get one of those universal openers that I could hang from my visor. We also wanted to take one last look at the sheds to make sure that the shed we are planning to build in our backyard next weekend was the correct size.
Well, on the drive back, she looked over at me with this big smile on her face and those big beautiful green doe eyes that she has (now I’m thinking to myself, “she’s looking lovingly at me and she is going to tell me how much she loves me”), and she goes…
“You have a gray hair.”
Now, it doesn’t really bother me and I knew that at some point I would start to go gray, but c’mon…28?!?
I’d love to stay and type more, but I’m off to go get my hair cut. And by hair cut, I literally mean, HAIR cut. 🙂
Goffzilla! 
You made it 8 years longer than me, little brother. Welcome to the very distinguished club!