So, I just got my hair cut. It was time for my 6 month check-up, afterall. I love getting my hair done, but really, I only do it about every 6 months. This time, I decided I wanted to go back to being really blond. I needed a change and I wanted to get away from so drab. Blond blond. I liked it way back when -- when it was mostly natural with some highlights. Pregnancy changed that for me. Anyway. So I found an old picture from back when Sammy was a baby and I brought it in. I told him, "I want to go really blond, like this. And I like how there's some dark pieces in there to give it depth, but I want to be blond blond again." I wasn't trying to be cryptic, but he must have thought so, because I'm darker than I've ever been, with a few blond pieces instead.
Normally, this would have stressed me out completely. Perhaps I would have even cried. I'm not sure if it's because I'm sick, or if I really don't care. But...oh well. Who cares? It'll lighten up a little bit, and if I really hate it in a few weeks, I'll have my cousin lighten it up. Look at me, I'm livin' on the wild side. I'm exotic. Ya-ah!
|Watching the new favorite, Pinocchio.|
|Check out the dark hair...I'm so wild.|