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Two weeks ago I bought a hair coloring kit because it was getting to be about that time, judging by the state of my roots. Plus, I was about to run out of the special conditioner that comes with the blondifying potions I purchase, which work the best at hydrating my lightened hair. The kit I bought is supposed to get you *really* blonde. I've picked up that kind before, from different brands, and they never really do what they say they're going to do so I figured this one would be the same. Then I read the instructions this morning, thinking I'd take care of hair business while Holly was napping. And? They scared me. The list of "DO NOT"'s was huge. So I stuffed everything back in the box and decided that unless you're really tall and can see the top of my head, my hair doesn't look too bad.

I'm thinking of challenging Mel to dying our hair pink because we've both said in the past that we really want to. Except there's a high probability she'd totally take me up on it, so I have to think about it very seriously. Plus, with my coloring, I should go with more of a plum or a lavender.

I guess this wasn't a very miscellaneous post after all. It was, however, a totally mindless post about hair. I'm going to change the title.