Well, not exactly. Or not even close, really, but I’m always a sucker for alliteration, and a goodly portion of my eldest daughter’s hair is black now, so that ought to count for something. Other than the part where I nearly blinded her, the whole dyeing bit went well, I think. More important, the girl herself thinks it went well (though the fact that I caught her smiling has nothing to do with her hair and everything to do with me asking her–after several grim-faced poses–what her face would look like if I farted in church; fortuitiously, I snapped at just the right moment).
We’re so alike…I work Roo the same way, special (and classy!) Mom tricks! Her hair looks great by the way, good work! It reminded me of when I lived in Grangeville with Mike, in that apartment above McMahn’s Furniture Store…you came over that one afternoon and I dyed your hair really dark for you (not sure if it was black). I remember because I had decided I didn’t need to wear the plastic gloves that came in the box and it stained my fingernails black…lol. I also remember that you had read a couple pages of my journal while we were waiting for the color to take (it was written on yellow, lined legal paper) and you said you really liked it, and that I was smart. It really made an impression on me, coming from you. That was 12 years ago, where the hell has the time gone…?