Plantboy is out of town.
That is why I'm blogging at 11:15.
It is probably why we've been eating chicken nuggets from paper plates for two days. It is why there is so much stuff on my bed that I might be sleeping on the couch, and going to bed way too late. It is certainly why I stayed up last night watching chick flicks and sipping hot cocoa.
And it might be why I dyed my hair. After all, the grow out line wasn't that dramatic.
Dying it as dark as I did is the fault of "A Room With a View." I was too engrossed to jump up and rinse right at 25 minutes. It might have been 35 minutes before I pulled myself away from Lucy and George and Italy.
Or 40 minutes. Yes, of course I have a pause button.
The point is that I've gone dark in the winter time the last few years and I really like it. After a few washes it will fade to a color people (including myself) are more familiar with. Seeing as how I've been blond since July, however, today's contrast is very stark.
Still, it was a bit harsh to run into a friendish sort of a person tonight who exclaimed, "Oh my GOSH!!! What have you done to your hair???" She is also much taller than me, so when she patted my hair I felt especially stupid. She followed her first remark with this gem, "I loved your pretty blond, what were you thinking?" I wanted to tell her EXACTLY what I was thinking. And a big part of me really wants to tell you too. But I won't. I think I'll just go lather, rinse and repeat.
I miss Plantboy . . . .