So I dyed my hair the other day.
I'm not a real girl and I don't do things like that, ever. You know what my haircare routine is? I wash it, condition it, and that's it. I don't blow-dry. I don't put weird spooge looking stuff in it. I do the basics.
It works for me.
BUT, I'm getting older or more harrassed or some crap and I've developed a nice little wad of gray hair. RIGHT IN THE FRONT where it's really obvious, because I am an extremely lucky person.
So I went to the store and looked at the eleven million products available and picked up two boxes (I have a ton of hair, I have to have two boxes) of a product called, "Chocolate Covered Cherry". It was the closest I could find to my normal hair color.
So I spent like, two hours on this production on Saturday morning and you know what happened?
No one noticed.
Jason noticed because that stuff stinks something awful and he was like, "GOOD GOD WHAT DIED IN THE BATHROOM?" and so I had to tell him.
But no one else has said a word.
I told Jason last night and he said, "Isn't that the point? I mean, if you did Ronald McDonald red or something then people would notice, but it's your normal hair color, right?"
But still. That box lured me with the promise that I would somehow become really sexy and amazing if I used it. And that just didn't happen.
Good thing my self-esteem is so low or all this might have really hurt my feelings.