I know I've used this lolcat before, but I love it. It makes me giggle.
Tonight I'll start the Shrunken Manuscript editing method (via Darcy Pattison). I'll take pictures and post more details later this week.
Now for the hair fiasco.
So I have a family member stranded in Europe thanks to Iceland, which won't stop exploding. PL1 and PL2 both came down with double ear infections this week. We've had fevers, epic fussiness, and general stress around Casa Fenner. As I was picking up a prescription at the drugstore, I snagged a bottle of what I thought was my usual hair dye.
After wrestling the kids into bed, reading stories, singing them to sleep, cleaning the dishes and the floors, and doing everything that needs to be done, I decided to treat myself to a hair color touch-up. This happened:
For some reason, the photo doesn't look as purple as it
does in real life. "Medium Auburn," my butt. More like
"Emo Goth Not Appropriate for Middle-Aged Mom," thankyouverymuch Clairol.
For reference, check out my little Eye of Sauron pic in the top left column of the blog. That's the color my hair is supposed to be.
Generally I don't freak out about hair too much -- it's just hair, it grows out -- so I'm going to let this purple-ness mellow for a month or two and see if it finds a happy place, color-wise. In the meantime, I'll embrace my new look by getting a few more piercings, slathering on the heavy-duty eye makeup, and cultivating a sullen attitude. My new style guides:
This is going to go over great when I drop off the kids at preschool!
Also, I'm going to give HM the same haircut as the boy on the left. (Wait, that is a boy, isn't it?)








1 Witty Rejoinders:
I actually think it is kinda pretty (at least from your pic, it does not look that bad). All of the dancers at DisneyWorld last week had hair with purple tints, so maybe if this writing thing doesn't work out... I'm still confused. I thought you were blond. Since when did you start becoming a redhead?!
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