So my, not so dear at the moment, DH said I need to sort out my grey hairs. We were going for an walk around nearby woods so I didn't bother to even combing my hair so was a bit of a mess. But then he looks at me and says: " you need to sort out you grey hair". I am unreasonable to be really angry and tell him to sort out his belly, get a hair implant, sort out wrinkly face and list every fault I find on him? A little bit tongue in cheek but also pissed off at double stardards of society
I have a few strands but it didn't really bother untill now