Clearly I'm calling out for help as I lurch my way through this, my 40th year. I went and put a pink stripe in my hair. Against the better judgment of my friend, Heather. Despite that J. was shaking his head at me as I did it. Regardless of the fact that my parents are coming to Seattle next week. (Hi Mom).
But I don't care. I don't care! I like it. For now.