HAMBURGER MEAT

Hello friends,

I made a big leap of faith tonight. I asked my sweet husband tonight to put color on my hair. My normal hair colorist, daughter, was gone tonight and I couldn't wait any longer.
I was desperate. You know you do desperate things when you are in desperate measures. Tonight was one of those nights. I got everything ready for him, he squeezed into the gloves. Already not a good sign. I told him where to put the liquid first, the roots.... then rub it in..... then we were going to use the WHOLE bottle on my head. Then he would pick my hair up and pound it again.....oh.....ouch.....tylenol....ouch..... He put the liquid in, then the fun started. It was like he was making meatloaf on my head. There was no softness about it. But, it had to be done. I rather think, I will not go back to him and learn to do it myself. When you get the color in you have to wait. Then the process begins again. My head over the sink and rinsing out the 'chocolate mess' as he said. Rinse, Rinse, Rinse..... HUSBAND SAYS: wouldn't this be better out side with the garden hose....WIFE SAYS: no... get rinsing..... HUSBAND SAYS: you could get down on your knees in the tub...... WIFE SAYS: it's been done for million of years in a chair in a beauty salon. RINSE!! I was a little frustrated at this point. I told him he will make great blogging material.

So..... I'm good for another month~!~ We will renegotiate at that point. My memory might fail me and I will be back at the computer again.......

:):):)


Liz