*** Updated with Photos... see below!
This was me yesterday in the early hours of morning sitting down to have my sweet stylist, Dawn, cover over the highlights with brown... glorious, glorious brown. It was either do that or pull out a brown sharpie and color each blond strand myself.
Now I'm back to my plain old brown haired self.
And it's a thriller, thriller yeah!
That really is a horrible song that I don't like at all. But the words are appropriate for what I faced Friday morning ya'll:
"Darkness Falls Across The Land
The Midnight Hour Is Close At Hand
Creatures Crawl In Search Of Blood
To Terrorize Ya'lls Neighborhood"
Oh yes, we are talking BLOOD... did you see that word blood? Oh and I gag again! But in keeping with the 80's theme I'll say, "Gag me with a spoon."
It was a tick. And yes, I've already googled all the symptoms of Lime's disease and Rocky Mt. Spotted Fever and all of the other delightful gifts this kind of creature can bestow on a human. Especially ones with large, colorful, inviting hair do's.
And the winner of my "The Bathtub is Overflowing But I Feel Drained" book...
Cheri from Please Pass the Salt. Her guess was wrong but her poem hilarious!
May your Mother's Day be filled with only delightful creatures that don't bite.
I love being on the cutting edge of knowing something that I haven't heard others talking about yet. It just gives me this sense of smartness. It doesn't happen very often.
But when it does, I just can't help but to bust out in some serious dance moves.
Ones that could rival Michael Jackson. (Not that I support him at all but I do remember loving his dance moves when I was a teen.) You know the little hand swoopie thing from Thriller... oh yes ma'am. Great moves that with just the right head bobbing send teenagers into an embarrassment tizzy that just brings great joy to a mom approaching her 39th year of life.
Too bad I lost my glove with the fingers cut off. But I bet I could still find a shiny jacket with some chains draped from the bottom. Can't you just picture it all. What a joy to have grown up in the 80's.
Okay so back to my cutting edge knowledge...
What do you call the hair that is cut shorter around the forehead which frames the face?
Bangs?
Oh, that is so old school my friend. No, no, no...
Bangs are now called Fringe.
I love that!
"Miss Hairdresser, my fringe is just a little long and needs to be trimmed. Because I am in an 80's kind of mood. And well in the 80's we sure did know how to do fringe well. I mean using the right hair spray, I could get my fringe in a full and upright position."
Ones that could rival Michael Jackson. (Not that I support him at all but I do remember loving his dance moves when I was a teen.) You know the little hand swoopie thing from Thriller... oh yes ma'am. Great moves that with just the right head bobbing send teenagers into an embarrassment tizzy that just brings great joy to a mom approaching her 39th year of life.
Too bad I lost my glove with the fingers cut off. But I bet I could still find a shiny jacket with some chains draped from the bottom. Can't you just picture it all. What a joy to have grown up in the 80's.
Okay so back to my cutting edge knowledge...
What do you call the hair that is cut shorter around the forehead which frames the face?
Bangs?
Oh, that is so old school my friend. No, no, no...
Bangs are now called Fringe.
I love that!
"Miss Hairdresser, my fringe is just a little long and needs to be trimmed. Because I am in an 80's kind of mood. And well in the 80's we sure did know how to do fringe well. I mean using the right hair spray, I could get my fringe in a full and upright position."
Lysa and friend circa 1988
Now that photo gives a new meaning to the word Thriller does it not. Who told us our fringe looked good like that? Have mercy.
Speaking of have mercy hair do's... you gals and your requests for photos of the highlights that saved my life. Well, here you go...
This was me yesterday in the early hours of morning sitting down to have my sweet stylist, Dawn, cover over the highlights with brown... glorious, glorious brown. It was either do that or pull out a brown sharpie and color each blond strand myself.
Now I'm back to my plain old brown haired self.
And it's a thriller, thriller yeah!
That really is a horrible song that I don't like at all. But the words are appropriate for what I faced Friday morning ya'll:
"Darkness Falls Across The Land
The Midnight Hour Is Close At Hand
Creatures Crawl In Search Of Blood
To Terrorize Ya'lls Neighborhood"
Oh yes, we are talking BLOOD... did you see that word blood? Oh and I gag again! But in keeping with the 80's theme I'll say, "Gag me with a spoon."
It was a tick. And yes, I've already googled all the symptoms of Lime's disease and Rocky Mt. Spotted Fever and all of the other delightful gifts this kind of creature can bestow on a human. Especially ones with large, colorful, inviting hair do's.
And the winner of my "The Bathtub is Overflowing But I Feel Drained" book...
Cheri from Please Pass the Salt. Her guess was wrong but her poem hilarious!
May your Mother's Day be filled with only delightful creatures that don't bite.
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