Monday, October 24, 2011
Pumpkins, tangerines, and other fruits
A freshly, brand spankin' new, four year old.
Punkin' patchin' with my punkins.
I would have enjoyed said punkin' patchin' more had my hair not been in the midst of a dying disaster. My poor follicles have really taken a beating this week and I'm so overloaded with chemicals now that I'm surprised I have enough brain cells left to blog. They have seeped through my very scalp, leaving me incapable of remembering my address, my middle name, and lines from The Princess Bride, all things I used to be able to bring to the forefront of my mind at a moment's notice.
Anybody want a peanut?
So, you'd think I'd have learned my lesson but I will most likely repeat my DIY hair color in a mere couple of months from now, seeing as how my hair is a peculiar shade of rusty...orangey...browny...but I love this peculiar shade seeing as how it is not black. Black is what happened when I went to Sally and requested medium brown.
I like black.
Goes with everything.
It's easy to accessorize.
But not on my head.
People will argue with me and tell me I already have black hair. No, no, no. When I truly DO have black hair you would see the difference. When I have black hair, I look like Elvira.
When I try to remove the Elvira-ness, I end up with tangerine.
Which causes my husband, in an attempt to be sweet - either that or in an attempt to cover up his hysterical laughter at his wife's pumpkin head - tells me that Milla Jovovich in The Fifth Element is quite attractive.
Too bad Milla is eight feet tall, has an accent, and looks fabulous wrapped in mummy wrappings. Other than that, yeah, I can see the resemblance.
In the middle - right smack in the middle! - of my hair disaster was our pumpkin patch field trip with our new group of homeschoolers. A new group I'm trying to impress with my whole life in the attempts to make a friend. When I'm not frightening them with my Morticia hairdo, I'm emotionally vomiting on them about how I got myself terminated from a childcare position. I think I may have to find a new group.
Anyway. Don't come to me for hair color advice. I'm learning to love my chocolate covered tangerine locks and also beans and rice, which is all we'll be eating for the next month due to my $7.99 Sally Beauty Supply purchase becoming a $40 spree. Sometimes being frugal stinks.
In other news, I have a four year old. Help. Actually if you ask him, he'll say he's almost six. Whatever, Grover. Time to put him in a pickle jar.