I’m Having A Really Bad Hair Day

I got a little carried away with the hair dye this weekend and, as a result, I am more brunette than I have been in a very long time. I’ve had compliments on the color today which is nice but, each time I accidentally catch sight of myself in the mirror, I am startled by my own reflection; like, who the hell is that? Which leaves me all a ‘twitter over whether I should try adding highlights to soften the brown or just let a few washings do the trick for me. Of course, just as I’m thisclose to solving the dilemma, I ask myself why the hell I’m fretting over it now? Thanks to the grey, I’ll be doing this all over again in six weeks, anyhow.

Boggles the mind.

Speaking of mind-boggling things; last night, the Man-Cub took the longest shower in the history of his shower-taking experience-we are talking forty-five minutes here. Yet, he emerged still smelling like a wet dog. How? Because he forgot to wash his hair or, to wash anything for that matter. That’s right-he forgot to wash. In the shower. The thing you do in the shower. And, he forgot.I briefly consoled myself with the fact that he had managed to dress himself but had to admit defeat in even that small accomplishment when it became apparent that he was wearing the same underwear that he’d had on earlier in the day.

Thank god for The Girl; anal Miss Hygiene does such a good job in the shower, her butt cheeks squeak when she walks.

It should come as no surprise that she has really great hair, too.