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I finally made an appointment over the weekend to get my hair cut and colored for the first time in ohh, like 6 months?? I am horrible about hair appointments and cannot stand to be sitting in that chair for like 2-3 hours. I feel like it’s a giant time suck. Now, if I could also get a manicure and pedicure and a facial at the same time, we’d be talking.
I knew it was time since way too many white hairs were popping out of my head (not grey. white. pure white) :(. When I told Bryan I had made a hair appointment, he looked right at the top of my head and specifically asked me if I was getting it dyed as well. I guess he has noticed the white hairs too??
I told my girl (actually Bryan and Lucas’ girl since my girl moved salons and I am way too lazy to drive all the way to her new place) I wanted it dark, with a few highlights. She looked sad and was like, but I had a vision. I see her all the time when I am there with Lucas and Bryan, so I am guessing she’s been eyeing up my nasty hair and plotting what she’d do to it if she ever got her hands on it. I told her fine, do whatever you want as long as you think it will look good.
I never would have actually picked this myself, but I ended up loving it! It’s fun to change it up every now and then. And Bryan says he loves it too! I pretty much could do anything to it and he wouldn’t care. And while I was gone, he finished all the laundry, folded it, and put it away. Oh my, this was a special treat as I am usually the queen of laundry. I do not recall this happening in years?? I love him! I think he understands why I hate getting my hair done so much though because he asked what took so long when I got home. He’s like you’ve been done for hours just getting your hair done! Umm, exactly my point. Time suck. See you again in 6 months hair salon……
