My Dilemma...
Next weekend when I go to visit my good friend Linda for the QAF Finale, how do I go about telling her about her "really bad bleach job" without:
- being bitchslapped by her hubby (who is normally the most mild-mannered man), or
- being eviscerated by her attack house cat
ETA: I think Linda's hair is fine. This post was the result of a really...disturbing comment about her that I read in someone's LJ. If Linda was bald as a bowling ball, I wouldn't give a damn. On the other hand, I do know the difference between opera glasses and a video recording device.