So a couple of weeks ago it was a Sunday and blizzarding. I'm sure you all recall this day because the Sox were supposed to open the next day - however a foot of snow was on the ground (at least in the burbs) so they couldn't. Point is - it snowed for the millionth time on Sunday - and my pal Sara and I were at a loss for what to do with ourselves.
My first thought - welp, it's cold out and snowing. Today is the day I'm going to see how I look as a blond.
My second thought - I'll need a few beers before I do that.
So, Sara and I bundle up and skip over to Ulta to pick up a blond box dye and then run across the street to Binny's to get some beer. At this point you may already be thinking "a brunette should never box dye their hair blond...especially while under the influence."
And you would be right. Too bad I was feeling adventurous.
The beers are going down rather well, Sara's pulling my hair through a cap, bleaching it and all is well...and then I washed it out.
Minor disaster. I looked like a tiger. Solution? Buy another box of blonde dye and try again! Because if at first you don't succeed...
Smart? No. Hilarious? God yes.
So we skip off to Walgreen's for the dye while also purchasing a brunette box in case it goes horribly wrong. Stopped in at Chipotle for a quick burrito bowl (I swear people were staring at my hair - and you know what? I would have stared to) and got back to Sara's to continue the dye job.
Well, if I said I looked like a tiger before, at this point I just look like a loony tiger. Or maybe a cheetah. Regardless - I don't look good. Here is me being a good sport.
Brown dye goes on, I wash it out and I'm back to normal - sort of. It keeps getting lighter every time I wash it but hey, you win some, you lose some. Moral of the story? Don't drunkenly dye your hair.
So what are you Gigglers doing to beat the horrible, cold weather that won't go away?
My first thought - welp, it's cold out and snowing. Today is the day I'm going to see how I look as a blond.
My second thought - I'll need a few beers before I do that.
So, Sara and I bundle up and skip over to Ulta to pick up a blond box dye and then run across the street to Binny's to get some beer. At this point you may already be thinking "a brunette should never box dye their hair blond...especially while under the influence."
And you would be right. Too bad I was feeling adventurous.
The beers are going down rather well, Sara's pulling my hair through a cap, bleaching it and all is well...and then I washed it out.
Minor disaster. I looked like a tiger. Solution? Buy another box of blonde dye and try again! Because if at first you don't succeed...
Smart? No. Hilarious? God yes.
So we skip off to Walgreen's for the dye while also purchasing a brunette box in case it goes horribly wrong. Stopped in at Chipotle for a quick burrito bowl (I swear people were staring at my hair - and you know what? I would have stared to) and got back to Sara's to continue the dye job.
Well, if I said I looked like a tiger before, at this point I just look like a loony tiger. Or maybe a cheetah. Regardless - I don't look good. Here is me being a good sport.
Brown dye goes on, I wash it out and I'm back to normal - sort of. It keeps getting lighter every time I wash it but hey, you win some, you lose some. Moral of the story? Don't drunkenly dye your hair.
So what are you Gigglers doing to beat the horrible, cold weather that won't go away?
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This seems like the sort of post that could really use pics of all the action.
Solid point Peter, I'll add photos tonight. Warning: They are hideous.
Meggers,
love this winter blues tale. the cold makes people do crazy things!
In true Phoenix fashion, it is usually about 85 degrees for the majority of the day and my A/C doesn't work well in my classroom- so I wore a skirt and tank top today.
Freakin froze my lil tush off today! To beat the chilliness, i turned on youtube and my kids and I watched hilarious accidents, cats and dogs for 35 minutes. we deserved it!
This is hilarious and I've done the same damn thing, while drinking beer. It was disastrous. Now my best bud is a hair stylist so I call her when I somehow manage to screw up my hair. Shes used to late night phone calls with me screaming on the other end "Its purpley! What takes out purple!!"
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