Boy, that's a funny thing to title the blog post the day after I confessed my garlic mincing Chrissy moment to you. Anyway…
So do I?
It's because I'm not blonde anymore. My super duper friend ERICA met me in Columbia, Missouri last weekend and brought me some intelligence in a bottle! We took our husbands and kids to the ARC to swim for a few hours, and then we all had a yummy supper at Longhorn (my VERY favorite) and then we headed back to our hotel for Cooper and I to get our ears lowered.
I was born a blonde, and was still a blond until a few years back. For some reason, the older I get the darker my hair gets. I started highlighting my hair a few years back… you know… trying to hold on to my blonde. But I finally have came to grips with the fact that I'm doomed to be a level five (that's the darkest blond/lightest brown for all of you that aren't friends with your stylist). A boring old level five.
Poor Otey. Six and a half years ago he married a skinny blonde, and now he has to go to bed every night with a chubby level five.