New Hair

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.