So, dyeing my hair... normally I have a professional do it but since money has gotten a little tighter in Keira Land, I had to sacrifice somethings to keep the important stuff (coffee). So, I've been buying that John Frieda foaming color every six weeks or so and doing my own hair. Well, last time I missed a spot underneath so I was determined this morning not to miss anything because it was sort of annoying to still have gray hair after I spent 30 minutes of my life trying to get rid of it at least temporarily.
I ask my husband for assistance.
He finds the whole process... in his words... "an unnecessary vanity" -- this coming from a man who took to calling me "Rogue" four years ago when the gray started to show up.
After I get all the foam on (I think), I asked him if he could see any spots I might have missed.
SIGH.
He says, "Be right back" and goes away. He comes back with a FLASHLIGHT.
Five minutes thereafter, I'm set free from his inspection and I'm thinking that maybe I should buy less expensive coffee.
I ask my husband for assistance.
He finds the whole process... in his words... "an unnecessary vanity" -- this coming from a man who took to calling me "Rogue" four years ago when the gray started to show up.
After I get all the foam on (I think), I asked him if he could see any spots I might have missed.
SIGH.
He says, "Be right back" and goes away. He comes back with a FLASHLIGHT.
Five minutes thereafter, I'm set free from his inspection and I'm thinking that maybe I should buy less expensive coffee.