Wash those Worries Right out of my Hair

We've all had, "those weeks." You know, the kind of day/week/month that's a little more difficult than others. So, the question is, what do you do about it? Do you wallow in self pity or get up and do something? My philosophy--Always do something.

I don't care what it is. Spin in circles. Learn another language. Rock out to Gloria Estefan. Eat a gallon of ice cream, whatever. You do, what you gotz'-ta do (sorry, the gangster in me came out a little bit right there, I apologize).

Last week, was a little bit like this for me.

To counteract the day, I decided to get my hair done. I made an appointment. Arrived on time. Asked for blond highlights and walked out with black hair. Yes, black hair. My forehead, my favorite feature, was emphasized even more- super!

When I walked in the door at home, I laughed and cried as I tried to explain all that happened to Justin. I could not believe how ugly my hair was. It was awful. So awful, I can't post any pictures to this blog nor can I repeat this story--you know, digging up old wounds. I tell the story once and then never again.

Since dooms day, I had my hair redone. I also shower like there is no tomorrow, hoping and praying that the more I shower, the black will wash away. Tomorrow, I plan to get blond shampoo & conditioner. I don't think it will do anything but a girl can hope.

Moral of the story: Always do something. And, why your at it, sing this fantastic South Pacific song, Wash that Man Right out of my Hair--except substitute the word man with worries-- it's fun and will certainly make you smile.