Boy, that's a funny thing to title the blog post the day after I confessed my garlic mincing Chrissy moment to you. Anyway…
Do I sound smarter?
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.