We are about to head over to my mother-in-law's for Thanksgiving and I was in the middle of brushing my hair when, to my dismay, I noticed a silver hair. Not quite white, not quite grey. But silver. As in bright and shiny. And hard to miss. Eeeek!

It wasn't long before I isolated that single strand of alien pilus and yanked it out of existence.

Take that, you gnarly thing!

Sigh.

Alas, this wasn't the first. Nor will it be the last. Rest assured I have no qualms with getting old or exhibiting the signs of old age. But shiny silver hairs can be hazardous. They can be distracting should I   glance at myself in the mirror while in a vehicle. Or they could unintentionally send off an SOS signal.

You never know.

So, tell me. What do you do when you find a silver hair?

Last Friday, during dinner, the phone rang and my 4-year-old daughter ran to answer it. I tried to encourage her to wait in order that I may check the call display and see if it was anyone we know. She chose to ignore my pleading and answered it anyway. After a quick hello, my husband took the phone from her, listened for a few seconds and determined it was a telemarketer. He returned the phone to my daughter who then proceeded to ramble on about random things, as she often does, until I heard her say, "Hello?.... Hello?"