I like to keep my hair short.  It's easier in so many ways.  I've been coloring it for years now and I thought I'd like to see just how grey the grey is, so I haven't colored it since before MJ and Kent's wedding reception in August.  Because I'm busy, I haven't cut it in a while, so it's a bit longer than I like.  When it gets too long, I blow it dry and to keep it out of my face, I tend to blow the front back, which means it usually ends up standing straight up, at least at first.

So the other day, Jay came home shortly after I'd  dried my hair.  It was standing straight up and it's half faded brown with inch long silver roots.  As MJ said, I looked like a meringue.

"What are you doing with your hair?" Jay asked, bravely.

"I'm growing it out so that when I cut it off, I can see how grey it is." 

"Oh." he nodded as if he understood.  "Can you do it soon?"

I guess he doesn't go for the Pepe LePew look.