An exercise in looking hot, baby!
Last night was a brilliant lesson in looking sexy for my boy. Picture this:
My hair, thoroughly cooking in the grossest smelling hair dye/bleach I’ve ever experienced, piled on top of my head (I have a lot of hair), my scalp seeping with blood (my poor scalp hates bleach), with the creamy crappy goop running down my face and the back of my neck, (I won’t even begin to say what that looked like) my mascara running before I had a chance to take it off when my eyes started tearing from the fumes of it all, and of course… I can’t forget the best part — I was stark freekin’ naked. …Who wants to get bleach crap all over their clothes, right?
Knock, knock, I hear at my bedroom door. I think to myself, um, why is M knocking on the door? Probably to avoid the scene he discovered as he entered when I mumbled from the bathroom, “Uh, ya?”
I see a strange look wash over his face as he is startled by my frightening appearance.
Sexy? Yep, that’s me. The poor boy is now traumatized for life.
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He should appreciate you even more now… Thanks for stopping by!
Pictures? lol
Hey Tanya, I laughed my butt off when I read that! I just did mine too… but had no witnesses. Well that is the sign of a terrific guy, if he looks past all that stuff. Still can’t wait to meet the love of your life, and can’t wait for you to meet the new love in my life too. take care my friend.
wow – and people wonder why i decided to go back to my natural (brown) haircolour. bloody scalp!?! yikes! you do suffer for beauty. and pay a LOT! fortunately you have a guy that appreciates it.
Hey Sandy! Welcome!
Lisa!!! Crap, I can’t count how many times I’ve picked up the phone to call you, and then something takes my attention away. We SO SO need to get together. Drop me an email when you have time, and we’ll actually set a date. M is looking forward to meeting you guys. …And, I miss you!
Lara, so true. Pain is a bitch for the pleasure of having a good hair day… But it’s worth it. Although, M might not think so. Heheh! Lookin’ forward to catching up with you tonight!
It’s good they understand beauty isn’t always easy.
Thanks for stopping by before.
haha you know it’s love when…. isn’t it amazing to have someone who, although a little traumatized, didn’t run for the door. sounds like a keeper to me
combined with the last post about pulling your hair out… you’re just having a bad hair week, aren’t you?
He might as well see how hard yoou are working to be gorgeous, right?
Wow. You certainly painted a very graphic picture, Tanya. I’m never going to look at a woman in the old way again. *sigh*
Poor M, that must have been some sight. Good thing he did not go blind. I get to write these kinds of things.
“seeping with blood” Seriously, this is not healthy (or normal).
good thing he wrote the love letter before he saw this sight.
It’s good to get this stuff over with early on…