So, it’s been about 3 months since I last colored my hair and I have been scratchin’ like Tyrone Biggums ready to make some changes. Usually, I go reddish in the fall and into the winter, my holiday color. I reserve the light browns and blondes for summer. Today, however, I decided to change it up. I get my color, my gloves on, I pick out the ‘fro and away we go. The box says “Light Golden Brown”, but the mix is like a cider color with nutmeg sprinkles. “Whatever”, I think, shrugging my shoulders and parting my hair into the appropriate 4 sections. Yeah, I start that way, then my arms get tired and I just squirt the whole mess onto my scalp and mash it around.

The directions say to leave it on for 25 minutes or “whatever you decided based on your strand test” — like I ever do a strand test. 25 minutes fly by, especially when you are juggling the baby, emptying the dishwasher, getting the gym bag together for tomorrow, trying to watch the Ravens/Patriots game and check your email. It was more like 30 or 35 minutes. Hey, potato, po-tah-to. When I go back into the bathroom, it looks like a scene from CSI after they’ve sprayed that UV spray to find evidence of blood. My dye colored fingerprints are on the sink, the counter, the mirror (wth?) and the floor (double wth?). I don’t remember playing Twister. I clean it up, loving those Mr. Clean all purpose wipes, jump in the shower, rinse, rinse, rinse and condition. I wipe the steam off the mirror and ta daaaaaa!!

I’m a red-head.

WTH?

Sadly, I have no witty or pithy quote to accompany this missive, but it looks like the only thing light golden brown are my eyes. Those are about to go the way of the hair (as in red), if I don’t go to bed soon.