6:26 am July 20, 2009Super
Some people are born blond; others of us are born to be blond.
I am one of the latter. I love me some bleach. My sis-in-law, Jenn, is my stylist. She keeps me looking sunny and ditsy… and appearing to have more fun.
This morning Jachin informed me that I’m due for a touch up.
“Have you noticed that your hair is blond on this side, and blond on this side, with a black stripe right down here?” he said, karate chopping me on my part.
“Yes, those are called ‘roots’,” I said. “Jenn is doing my hair tomorrow.”
“What? You don’t like it like that?”
“Umm, no.”
“I think it’s awesome. You look like a super-hero.”
I’m off to buy a cape and some tights. Fish-nets… y’know, to go with the bleach.
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This is why I don’t do hair coloring or highlights or anything. I never keep up with them! I’d be giving super-heroes everywhere a bad name.
Comment by Leslie — July 21, 2009 @ 4:31 am
LOVE it! A superhero. Which you are, really.
Comment by stephanie (bad mom) — July 21, 2009 @ 3:15 pm