It was on a Saturday when I decided to color my hair. I just wanted to add a nice subtle red tint to it . . .
My first clue that all was not well in my world was when I got in the shower to rinse out the color . . . and the bottom of the tub turned purple . . .
Uh oh . . .
My hair started to dry.
I looked in the mirror.
Holy shit!!!!
I walked into the bedroom, where my husband was watching TV. I turned on the light and pointed to my head.
He immediately grabbed his sunglasses.
"What the hell?! I thought you liked being a blonde!"
It was . . . quite bright . . . all I needed was curls and blue contacts and I could easily pass for Lucille Ball . . .
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