Hair and Mayhem

I wanted a change. I wanted DRAH-MA! I wanted EXCITEMENT!

So I scheduled the appointment to get mah hair did.

I was thinking bright red, except that it couldn't be too red, because I don't have one of those pale-beautiful Irish complexions.

I was thinking perhaps strawberry blond. Joel used to be a ginger kid, after all.

I even briefly toyed with burgundy or Southern MD-fabulous skunk stripes.

In the end, I went with the advice of my friend, Joanne: "Just tell the colorist that you trust her, and let her do what she thinks looks good."

And so, without further ado...BEHOLD!

This is before:



And this is after:



Can't tell the difference? It's okay. Paul really couldn't either. Since, in the end, I'm both cautious and lazy, we did caramel highlights and darker lowlights.

In other words, I basically kept my same hair, but paid a little over $100 dollars to have her flat-iron it really nicely.

Here's a back angle. Squint and you'll see highlights:



And once more with ATTITUDE!:



In other news, a monster has spread poop all over my stairwell:



Moving on...

Question: What is best in life?

Answer: To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of their women.



It's on now, ants.

Finally, who doesn't love a baby eating ravioli?



I wish this was a one time thing, but Joel looks like this after most meals. It's hard to believe we have an ant problem...

Back to real posting tomorrow. Happy Labor Day!