One of Ray's errands yesterday was to get his hair cut. He has gotten into the habit of going with some girls from work to do that. It becomes s social event. Well, I found a surprise when I came home from my cinematic adventures. It seems that he had died his hair.

Don't worry. He did not do any thing drastic. He basically just had the gray colored right out. I actually like how the gray was coming in for him. It was right at the temples so it looked pretty nice.

He has always been someone who is sensitive about getting older. In fact, he would rather let his birthdays pass with little-to-no celebration. I have always been one of those people that sees these types of things as something that is out of our control so why worry too much about them. Since we all have them happen at different rates, it has no indication of how old we really are. Of course, my hair is falling out faster than it can turn gray so I really don't have much to worry about in that area.

I teased him about it a little, but it made him happy to do it so what do I care.