Double Expresso

No, no....not that kind of fix.....my caffienated friends.

I'm talking hair color....more to the point my haircolor now.

And I did it myself!

Dang Skippy...if I had known how easy this was to do...I would have been on the "Starbucks Tress Train" years ago.

My hair...it looks hot. No not just hot...SMOKIN!

No grey, just shiny, soft yummy color.

Of course there were a few scary moments when my shower stall was splattered with blood red purple droplets and the water pooled at my feet in the same hue.

I was having "Carrie" prom scene flashbacks....and I actually screamed.

Poor Jake, aka the wonder dog, about had kittens, I know it boggles the scientific mind. He came FLYING into the bathroom to defend his clueless mistress. Which was a scene in and of itself, because he is so ginormous, his back end catches up with his front end about three minutes later, which produces a really cool skid effect.

But I digress. After the skid into the shower, he looked kind of mocha until I hosed him off.

Good thing the kiddos and DH were at a baseball game together.

There are just sometimes when a woman needs TOTAL privacy!

Sorry Jake, next time I'll close the door.

And I won't scream.

heh.