This week, I went and got my hair done. As the weather gets warmer, my hair grows faster. This is problematic when the red hairs that reside on my head, were not a genetic gift from my parents. It looks rather odd to see pretty red hair, with blonde roots. People stare. If it were at-home-bleached blonde hair with black roots, people would just think "white trash" and move on. They haven't decided what to call me, other than confused.
At any rate, I went to see my girl, Kelley, who is a ball of fun and glitter. We made a game plan to get my red locks back to the natural blonde that my father passed on to me. The first step: to remove the red without giving me a chemical haircut. Red is hard to keep in hair, but once it's in, it won't leave willingly.
To make a long story short, I am now a brunette. The last time I was a brunette, I was in cosmetology school. It was not a good look for me. I looked anemic. It was horrible. I swore I would never travel down that road again.
But here I am...brown hair. I still look anemic, but not frighteningly so. The red is still peeking through when certain light hits it, but it's something I can live with until the next phase of the plan...of which I don't know when will take place.
Yesterday, I took Mom out to dinner, and it started to pour down rain on our way home. Brookside was a complete mess as the drains couldn't keep up with the rain. Somewhere on 63rd street, we hear a loud pop, and just like that, the driver side window wiper blade has disappeared. Awesome! So, I drive the rest of the way home with no wiper blade. Thankfully, there was Rain-X on the window, and I could still see somewhat.
Driving on 63rd street + Noah's Ark conditions + no wiper blade = bad.
Tonight is the blogger meetup. I have a couple errands to run before I go, so I will be getting there late. Hopefully, Janet and Keith will save a piece of the infamous boob cake. I don't really need the nipple. I've got two of my own.