Earlier this week, I asked one of my patients what she had done that was fun over the weekend. Her only response was that she "pooped in the potty". And let me tell you, she was really psyched about just how fun that was.
And if that didn't make you crack at least a little smile, then your helpless.
August 28, 2011 recently earned it's spot as a noteworthy day in my life's timeline. It shall be known as the day I was a red head. Yup, that's right, just one day.
While taking my every-other-day Target trip a few months ago, I picked up a box of dark auburn something or other hair dye. I figured a little reddish tint would be a fun change for my brunette mop. Knowing I was moving into new territory though, I decided to finally jump in on a Sunday morning... giving myself plenty of time to "fix" things if they went astray.
And astray they did go. With my fire engine red hair still glowing, I did spend the day hanging out with my fam. They spent plenty of time debating whether my new color should fall under the category of "punk rocker", "Poison Ivy via Batman" or "general super hero". With the hubs being a photographer though, you can bet we made sure to document my 8 hours of being a red head in artsy detail.
Besides, I wouldn't want to have embarrassed my sisters and the hubs while hanging out with them. They told me fluorescent hair OR my flying carpet, but not both.