Holy crapmonkeys, is it Wednesday already?! Well, in the basic breakdown of my days it seems like I work and drive Chance around to places he "needs to be". That seems like it should be highly ironic, somehow. hmmm However, here are a few other moments in my action-packed, compelling life.
I'm on the Waiting List (da da DUM!) for BlogHer... which pretty much means I'm not going. (Damn tickets go faster every year.) Keen suggested we book a nice spa day instead. (Ya gotta love that guy.)
Apparently, for my 20th high school reunion there's only, like, 100 tickets available or some such crap. Out of a class of 600. Does that make sense to you? So I'm kind of figuring on not going to that either. SPA!
A moment to bitch... color will not stay in my hair. I mean, it's ridiculous. This has actually always been an issue for me but I swear it's getting worse. As you all know (and the above cartoon version of me will attest), I like a lot of the bright punk reds but my real hair is actually a lot lighter. It's a light brown, with a lot of blonde/red highlights, so what happens is a lot of the true reds quickly fade to an orange-y brown. So... I recently had my hairdresser (which costs $$$ but I didn't want to screw it up (and, you gotta figure, amortized over several months, right?)) put on a permanent color in a rich, dark auburn with the plan to use that as my base and then just throw whatever punk color I felt like on top of it - red, purple, true orange, etc. The damn permanent lasted a month! These things are supposed to grow out! I mean, I gave up on the semi-permanents last year because they were fading so damn fast, and, of course, I don't expect the deposit-only colors to last very long, but crap on a stick! I'm basically re-doing my hair color every two weeks.
But don't worry it's all vegan and non-chemical and stuff. At least it's cheap.
Oh, I also tried dyeing my hair jet black a few days ago just to see what it looked like. Did it stick? No, no it did not.
A little confusion
Chance: "OK..." (blocking me with a pillow) "you're in prison now." (Pronounced "prism".)
Me: "I am? Oh no! What did I do?"
Chance: "You broke the law."
Me: "How? I don't remember that! How did I break the law?"
Chance: "You slammed the law... like this..." (swinging his leg) "and it broke."
Chance: "Yeah, you're in jail now. Here's your ticket to get in."