Killin' time

here tonight by dying my hair red(dish). Oddly, we seem to currently be without a hair dryer, so there's no clue yet exactly what this is going to look like.

The Mister currently walks by and peers at my head.

"Still to wet to tell," I say.

"Huh," says he. "Wonder if it'll be bright red or what."

"I have no idea."

Oh, the excitement. There are just only so many times you can clean your guns before you have to do something else.