I've been meaning to blog about it this week (if you recall, getting ready for the Vegas trip last year was a multi-blog affair stemming from all sorts of imminent trip-induced shopping angst) but have just been too busy with other stuff. You know, stuff like procrastinating. Procrastinating takes a lot of time, I've found. I really need to get around to finding a hobby that's less time consuming.
Suffice it to say that after several months of successfully growing out my hair, I decided to trim my bangs. Just a little. Not even a half an inch. Which somehow resulted in me looking like the Little Dutch Boy, if the Little Dutch Boy were 47 and in drag. And just to make things even better, I tried a new color on my hair. Remember when they discontinued my hair color? A few weeks later, they came out with a new color that looked a lot like my old color, but in a new box.
Guess what? It wasn't the same color. In fact, it wasn't any color found in nature, even taking into account several species of small Australian parrots. Two days and approximately 17 shampoos later, it's toned down a bit, but let's just say if I run into a flock of little old pink-haired ladies in Vegas, I'll blend right in.
And just to put the icing on the cake, the anti-inflammatories the doctor prescribed for my back make be bruise. I'm spotted like a leopard. At least animal prints are still in style this season.
So, I'll be thinking of yall this week, while I sit poolside with the bffs having a frosty (possibly adult) beverage!