God Bless Hair Coloring

Dozens of emotions have been flying around this house for weeks now. The conclusion of this is that Grant is moving out. He's not moving very far away, only 10 minutes.

I saw his new apartment last night.

He's here until Monday between moving and getting his gas and electric turned on and all the other annoyances that go along with moving into a new place.

He has two more rooms to move and I don't envy him that. I hate packing with a passion. Every time I have to move I look around and inevitably try to calculate the consequences of just leaving it all and buying new stuff.

This of course, never happens.
It is a nice fantasy though.

Things have been calm since this decision. He simply needs to concentrate on work and I need to concentrate on my daughter, the house and how the next 20 years are going to go - and so it is.

He mentioned something about giving me a set of keys to his apartment.
I mentioned something about being able to break in anyway; keys or not.

Hey, that was funny.

It's all sad, but neither of us are mad and it'll be alright in the end. He'll be around (like the last 25 years) and will still come to this page, I'm sure. He finds my writing amusing.

So the house is a wreck and I can't even care enough about it at the moment to fix it yet. There are boxes all over the place. I'll get it done before my daughter comes back tomorrow night from her best friend's house - but for right now, the only thing I can bring myself to do is... color my hair.

I really can't justify spending $120 on this at a salon when I can get it done in a half hour with a box of $8.00 coloring. This, like having a maid however - will be one of two things I will spend money on in life at some point.

because it's a big annoying messy pain and I've got more hair than I need on my head and I'm sick to death of doing it!

I played out an entire scenario in my head about what would happen if someone broke in right now. Grant is upstairs, probably asleep and I'm in the Florida room and I made myself laugh thinking about it.

I look utterly ridiculous.

You have to put this wad of cream on your hair and let it set and pile your hair on top of your head so you don't color everything you come into contact with, including yourself - which is easy to do when your hair is half way down your back.

This, I'm not a perfectionist about. I don't have to look at me, everyone else does. If I don't like what I see, I'll just take my glasses off. Phhf. If the silver strands are covered (thanks, kids!) then it's good enough for me. Whatever.

I can see it now though...

Some unsuspecting thief: Whoa! What happened here?!
Me: Pretty, huh?
Some unsuspecting thief: Are you alright?
Me: What are you implying...
Some unsuspecting thief: Well, look at you...
Me: DID YOU JUST CALL ME FAT?!
Some unsuspecting thief: No, I just came to rob you and you caught me off-guard.
Me: Close the door, it's cold out there.
Some unsuspecting thief: Uh...
Me: Don't second guess me!
Some unsuspecting thief: Look lady, I don't want to be here anymore.
Me: You should have thought about that before, now go make me some coffee.
Some unsuspecting thief: I'm going to leave now...
Me: THE HELL YOU ARE! Did you just say I looked bad?! Sonofa-
Some unsuspecting thief: You're scaring me...
Me: Wimp.
Some unsuspecting thief: I need to go home now.
Me: Come back! Bastard...

That was all funnier in my head because I could visualize the hand gestures and sign language that would go along with it. You get the idea though.

God Bless Perfect 10 Dark Ash Brown - and the simple things in life, like being insulted by a burglar.