Last night I had my sister do my hair. It is something I have been wanting to do for awhile, but have been putting off in hopes of my hair getting some health in it. I went back blonde. Try as I might, I just can't stay away from being blonde! I did last ten whole months as a brunette. Anyways, as she was doing my hair, she stopped and said, "Honey, you have gray hairs".
"What?! Pull them out, I want them." As she handed me a very white hair, I couldn't help but stare at it in awe, "I am old" was all I could say.
My hair:
Looks great doesn't it?
After my hair was done, at about one in the morning, I went out to my car to find I had been booted. Apparently parking next to visitor section, doesn't actually count as visitor section. Weird right? I wasn't even surprised. It was one of those days.
My sister loaned me her car for the night. As I pulled into my own driveway, I reached up to hit the button to open the garage. Only to remember that I was not in my car.
"Great!" I thought looking at my very locked up house.
I reached for my phone. It was dead. Not that it mattered, I really don't know who I would have called. I sat there for a minute weighing my options and decided to scope the house.
I was petrified at walking around my house this late at night! My house is creepy at night, it has a ridiculous amount of trees and is very dark and well.....it's just creepy! I kept jumping at every noise and thought for sure there was someone hiding in the bushes. Every single door was locked. Every window was too high up, and I knew was locked anyways. Then I saw the garage window, stashed behind a large bush. I climbed through the bush and felt around the window. It was a small opening, but if I could get it open then I could get in my house. There was a screen covering the glass, "stupid screen" I yelled smacking and clawing at its covering. I gave up and went on the look out for a stick. I found a nice sharp one and began beating furiously at the screen until it cut through. Once it was ripped I could tear it with my hands.
Next came the tricky part, jumping through the window sideways. I am pretty sure I pulled a few muscles and got several bruises in the process, but that is only because I am officially old.
My window
In the end, I blame it on the gray hair.
"What?! Pull them out, I want them." As she handed me a very white hair, I couldn't help but stare at it in awe, "I am old" was all I could say.
My hair:
Looks great doesn't it?
After my hair was done, at about one in the morning, I went out to my car to find I had been booted. Apparently parking next to visitor section, doesn't actually count as visitor section. Weird right? I wasn't even surprised. It was one of those days.
My sister loaned me her car for the night. As I pulled into my own driveway, I reached up to hit the button to open the garage. Only to remember that I was not in my car.
"Great!" I thought looking at my very locked up house.
I reached for my phone. It was dead. Not that it mattered, I really don't know who I would have called. I sat there for a minute weighing my options and decided to scope the house.
I was petrified at walking around my house this late at night! My house is creepy at night, it has a ridiculous amount of trees and is very dark and well.....it's just creepy! I kept jumping at every noise and thought for sure there was someone hiding in the bushes. Every single door was locked. Every window was too high up, and I knew was locked anyways. Then I saw the garage window, stashed behind a large bush. I climbed through the bush and felt around the window. It was a small opening, but if I could get it open then I could get in my house. There was a screen covering the glass, "stupid screen" I yelled smacking and clawing at its covering. I gave up and went on the look out for a stick. I found a nice sharp one and began beating furiously at the screen until it cut through. Once it was ripped I could tear it with my hands.
Next came the tricky part, jumping through the window sideways. I am pretty sure I pulled a few muscles and got several bruises in the process, but that is only because I am officially old.
My window
In the end, I blame it on the gray hair.
2 comments:
Cute hair! I'm sorry you got booted. -So dumb. Aaron and I got booted at the U2 concert. It cost us $75 to get if off! We were so ticked.
You look like a turtle in your picture... But your hair looks great.
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