My sister strikes again. This kind of thing only seems to happen to her. Do yourself a favor and read about her latest mishap! I lifted this from Katrine's blog, Squibs and Crackers. I'm sure she won't mind.
I Nearly Dyed
"As a SAHM I have to sacrifice things. That’s okay because the definition of sacrifice is to give up something good for something better. So, I give up getting my hair colored at by skilled beauticians in fancy salons and do it myself with Miss Clairol in my bathroom. I figure I save about $80 every time I do it. And, unfortunately for myself, I hate doing it. But last night my hate for this need to color my grey grew.
Before I began my beauty routine I had to convince John to watch the baby. Then, as I was mixing the two solutions together I knocked the container of the counter. At that moment I opened my mouth in a scream. I knew how bad this could be. But I should have kept my trap shut because the hair dye splashed off the floor and into my mouth. Have you ever tasted Miss Clairol? It’s not cheesecake! I turned to the sink and began desperately flushing out my mouth. After the burning subsided I turned to survey the damage.
It was like a scene out of CSI. The hair dye was the color red so it looked like blood splatter. Up two walls, two doors, the bathroom counter, and even the ceiling. And it looked like I had been part of this domestic disturbance because the red splotches extended across one arm, up my shirt, and across my neck and face. This was not good!
I began desperately trying to get Miss Clairol off the tile. The bad part was once it dried it reappeared! I turned my attention to the walls. Not coming off. I felt a need to confense my sins to my husband. After all, it’s his paycheck that pays for our home. And my Clairol.
“Honey, you do realize that I save $80 everytime I color my hair.”“Is this about the baby?”“No. I spilled hair color all over the bathroom. And I ingested Miss Clairol.”
He jumped up into the bathroom. He didn’t notice my face but he surely noticed the ceiling that I hadn’t noticed yet. “Crap!” I said.
He told me I should try Thurow, Fingernail polish remover, and Pinesol. After 20 minutes, none of that worked. And now the hair dye has changed to a grey color.
And my husband didn’t even seem to care that I had eaten toxic dye. So, today I am painting. And with the cheap home builder pant it is taking many coats.
Oh, I still have grey hair."
Before I began my beauty routine I had to convince John to watch the baby. Then, as I was mixing the two solutions together I knocked the container of the counter. At that moment I opened my mouth in a scream. I knew how bad this could be. But I should have kept my trap shut because the hair dye splashed off the floor and into my mouth. Have you ever tasted Miss Clairol? It’s not cheesecake! I turned to the sink and began desperately flushing out my mouth. After the burning subsided I turned to survey the damage.
It was like a scene out of CSI. The hair dye was the color red so it looked like blood splatter. Up two walls, two doors, the bathroom counter, and even the ceiling. And it looked like I had been part of this domestic disturbance because the red splotches extended across one arm, up my shirt, and across my neck and face. This was not good!
I began desperately trying to get Miss Clairol off the tile. The bad part was once it dried it reappeared! I turned my attention to the walls. Not coming off. I felt a need to confense my sins to my husband. After all, it’s his paycheck that pays for our home. And my Clairol.
“Honey, you do realize that I save $80 everytime I color my hair.”“Is this about the baby?”“No. I spilled hair color all over the bathroom. And I ingested Miss Clairol.”
He jumped up into the bathroom. He didn’t notice my face but he surely noticed the ceiling that I hadn’t noticed yet. “Crap!” I said.
He told me I should try Thurow, Fingernail polish remover, and Pinesol. After 20 minutes, none of that worked. And now the hair dye has changed to a grey color.
And my husband didn’t even seem to care that I had eaten toxic dye. So, today I am painting. And with the cheap home builder pant it is taking many coats.
Oh, I still have grey hair."
1 comments:
I wish I was as pretty as the lady on that box.
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