Peppy-La-Pu

I was not gonna post pics of my new hair, cause OF COURSE you all will say nice things cause you love me and would be afraid of hurting my feelings cause you are super sweet like that and all. But I realized the inevitable shall happen.

When I walked in I told her that my blog friends think I look better in warm colors and Edie thinks I should have brown, carmel, and bronze. And she always knows best, she just kinda looked at me and then grabbed the foil. I was going back brunette baby.

After she foiled me and washed my hair I was all fine and giddy and still chattin away and enjoying myself. I was talking about my BIG DAY tomorrow morning at my new job and how I was gonna meet some of my new accounts and how I needed to be conservative yet I still wanted to be cute. She said she would need way more time and money to make me cute, but conservative she could do.

Then she started to blow my hair dry. And the dryer it got, the more I could feel my throat tighten and my eyes start to sting and I when I tried to swallow, I couldn't.

Then she said five little words that broke the levee.

Five. Little. Words.

How do you like it?

Then it happened. It all broke loose and these big ol tears started pouring down my cheeks. And. And. I could only talk like a munchkin.

She put her hair dryer down and said, "Don't worry. We will fix it."

You see, while big blonde chunks of hair in a sea of darkness looks cute on16 year olds, I looked like a skunk. An old non-conservative shunk.

And this pic does not show it...but trust me....I looked like a skunk. A stinky smelly one. with split ends. And all I could think about was my new job. And how I was gonna look like a skunk - not a cute Peppy La Pu, but maybe one with rabies.

So, at 9:00 at night, she refoiled me and sent me on my merry way home.

And let me just say once and for all that what I am about to tell you seals my fate as the BEST WIFE IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD. Cause on the way home, Indiana Jones called and asked me to stop and get him some beers.

I of course explained that would be IMPOSSIBLE cause I had a wet head with foil all in it and I looked like a baked potato dressed up like a skunk.

He said, "Fine. But get some Corona too."

And I did. Which totally is gonna win me the WIFE OF THE YEAR AWARD. And I asked him,

"Do you think your next wife will do this for you?" He did not answer.

Then when the guy at the gas station asked me WHY I HAD FOIL IN MY HAIR, I gave him that mad woman look and he knew he better not go there.

And this is me after work today...

In which I had missed these little TWERPS to pieces...

and could not wait for a little lovin.

and cuzzles...

and sweet hugs for my baby boys.

And then this one looked at me and said, "Momma, what happened to your hair?"

And I sprayed him. Now he is taking a tomato juice bath.