not going grey FAST enough

There is only one cure for grey hair. It was invented by a Frenchman. It is called the guillotine. —P.G. WODEHOUSE

Snort. Obviously PG and I share a somewhat different opinion when it comes to the greying of locks, and I'd be travelling to the guillotine in no time if he had his way, but I can't wait for my hair to stop producing its pigment. My mom was gracious enough to pass along to me her blue eyes, fair skin with a definite blue undertone, and genes for silver-white hair. My four older siblings were also the lucky recipients of the hair genes, but ended up with brown eyes and not as fair skin. My mom's gorgeous silver hair made its debut while she was still in her thirties, and all of us followed suit. In fact, if you were to line us up, you could tell precisely what order we are age-wise by simply looking at the distribution of salt and pepper. My eldest sibling in his early fifties has less than a fifth of pepper left (I'm so jealous!), I as the youngest am saddled with about 3/5 pepper, and the other three siblings all fall in between. I sprouted my silver wings, as I like to call them, around ten years ago at age 35, so I figure that in about another ten years I'll finally be able to sport a super short and almost completely white (aren't YOU jealous?) lovely do. In the meantime I have to be satisfied with my wings, a lock of silver in front and a V-shaped streak in the back. Oh, and my eyebrows are starting to sport a few white hairs, which I admit does look a little odd. I guess I have to be a bit more patient though, but lately I keep hearing myself singing that old line, "I wanna wash that brown right out of my hair!" At least, I think that's how it used to go. ;)