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Since everyone else is writing about the election, I've decided I'm going to write about my hair.

Yesterday while picking up various items at the grocery store, I happened to go by the hair color section, and also happened to reach out and pick up a box of "Dark ash blonde". It's Fall. It's time to lose the blonde. When I got home I opened, mixed, shook, and distributed goop evenly through my hair. After breathing deep the familiar smell of ammonia, I set the time for 25 minutes and watched a little news coverage of that thing that was going on yesterday. What was it again? Oh yeah, the election. When the timer went off, I checked out the nice shade of brown that had developed on top of my head, then jumped in the shower. After getting dressed and toweling off my hair I looked in the mirror while reaching down for my socks, then did a double-take. My hair was a beautiful shade of dark gray. Apparently my colorless hair soaked up all of the ash tone and none of the brown. After ten minutes of careful inspection and lots of "Hmmmms", I called Megan and told her what happened. She advised me to call the company's hot line to get some advice on how to fix it. Then she told me to take a picture of it with my cell phone and send it to her. She's a good friend.

After hanging up with the 1-800-hair-color-expert, Henry and I hit the road and headed to the grocery store where naturally, they didn't have the two different shades I needed in order to fix my hair. Initially I was a little sheepish about how I looked, but people didn't even bat an eye. Either they're used to people with funky hair around here, or gray looked totally natural on me. By the time we left, I was ready to start grabbing people and telling them that really, I'm not fifty yet, my hair's not supposed to look like this, it doesn't look right, right? I finally found what I needed at CVS and while McCain was giving his concession speech I was washing my hair, yet again. Four times in one day. I'm surprised my scalp didn't run screaming into the night while I was sleeping.

Today, the country has a new President-elect, and I am no longer blonde or gray, but instead a brunette with red undertones. The end.