The colors of the wind

My hair color changes with my stylist's whims, I think. I went to get my hair done today and I've just been having him keep it close to my natural brown to cover up the grey hairs that started sprouting when I was going through my divorce.

Well, today, he said to me "We did some highlights last time, right?" Ok, yeah, a few VERY small ones. "Oh, good."

So, he is painting my hair and I'm thinking, hmm, that doesn't look so brown, but more blonde.

As he is preparing me to leave, he annoucnes "I think your color is going to look great today."

Hmm.

So, now I'm borderline brunette/blonde again. Not as blonde as I got before. I do agree with him, I like it. I think Army of Dad will, too. He LOVES blondes. My mother likes my hair better blonde, too. So, we'll see what everyone says tomorrow when they see it. Army of Dad is STILL working.

*deep sigh* I can't seem to go to bed without him here.