Today, I went and got my hair re-redded. No more blonde roots, which were getting pretty noticeable. Not as noticeable as those women with the bad bleached blonde hair and painfully obvious black roots. When I see these women, I just want to walk up to them and say, "You're not fooling anyone, Sweetheart."
Seriously. Being blonde really isn't that big a deal. Of course, I say that because I've had blonde hair for my entire life. I got that from my father. And his brown eyes. I was a weird looking kid.
At any rate, I went to the salon to my usual girl. She recently came back from a trip to the AVN Awards. I guess there is a porn star who is from Shawnee, and my girl was flown out to Vegas to do her hair and makeup for the show. So, I got to hear all the sordid details of the trip...which really wasn't all that sordid. K was expecting to see orgies with rock stars, what she found was on par with a PTA meeting, but with more breast implants. She saw Dave Navarro (who I would totally get naked with). Tito and his girl Jenna (word is that she has cancer, which is why she looks like a shit sandwich now). Nina Hartley (who was a nurse before she went into "the industry".
An hour or so later, I'm a redhead again and only my stylist knows my natural color. I go home to fish sticks and green beans. I watched Bowling for Columbine, which I'd never seen before. I thought was a very good documentary, and am now inspired to see Sicko.
A couple times, I dashed out of the house to check out the lunar eclipse. Almost freezing my ass off, I gave up for the night. After two other lunar eclipses, it kind of loses it's appeal. I tried to take a pic with my camera for the blog, but the pic sucked. I have a crappy digital camera. I really need to invest in another one before my next cruise...which can't get here fast enough.
Nothing horribly exciting going on otherwise. Just trying to keep warm. Maybe tomorrow I will take Sam to the groomer for a bath. I brushed him today and now the office is covered with a fine layer of white fuzz.
Dog hair is not just an accessory in my house. It's also a condiment.