I really thought God had it out for me to not have good hair.
It is not so.
As luck would have it, I left at lunch on Wednesday to have my hair did at the new salon (which is new to me, but not to the earth) only to find out that my appointment was for Thursday. Not Wednesday. And then they suggested that I wrote it down wrong and I was all like, “Look, I may not write down the correct time of my child’s first pediatric visit, but I’ll be damned if I would screw up a hair appointment.” So we rescheduled for late Friday afternoon.
Don’t know if you know anything about the south and our recent events, but we had somewhat of a “weather day” on Friday afternoon. I spent my afternoon in a hallway with 200 engineers. Huzzah for deoderant.
Because I have a long history with my stylist, I called her on her way to go rescue her child (sidenote: why do schools release children in the middle of tornado warnings?) and we rescheduled for Saturday afternoon.
And it was so.
I brought her one of my pieces and said, “I’d like my hair to match this, please, because this is how lazy I am and I like to use these to throw my hair into,” and she flat out looked at it and gasped.
“You’re too old for that shade of red,” she said, pushing my piece aside to get at my hair.
WHATWHATWHAT?, I thought. But I said, “Hm?”
“Honey, no one really has that shade of hair. You can still have red hair, but let’s give you a shade that God made.” I suddenly felt, I dunno, like forty-five or something. So I now have the SAME color of hair I get out of a box (for MUCH LESS DINERO, I might add) with some crazy blonde highlights. Everyone says it looks great, but I just feel old and drab.
Aside:
I cranked up the radio when Miley Cyrus’ new song, “See You Again”, came on because I had confessed to Bryan that I LOVE THAT SONG. Seriously. I rock out to it like I have a Hannah Montannah Trapper Keeper in my LL Bean bookbag. And he said, AND I QUOTE, “You’re trying to be young again.”
Anyone care to guess what word in that sentence got him in assloads of trouble? Winner gets to harass him at his blog.
Now, on to Skinny Bitches:
