Fucking hell
Woke up this morning to the sound of screeching tyres outside my window. That was a totally unpleasant way to wake up. I managed to sit up and look out my window in time to see the car in question stopped right on the road outside, and then squeal off again. There was nothing else around, and they were kind of off to the shoulder, so idek. Freaked me out, though. I hate starting the day freaked out.
Papa Bear went out, and I was hoping he'd be gone all day, but apparently it was just to get coffee. Because $4 a day on coffee is totally a valid expense, but better internet is a waste of money. Whatever. Soon as he got home, something pissed him off though, and it was all the banging around and swearing. I'm on dinner duty tonight and I'm just... nnnn. I might play sick today, and just have him make himself a sandwich or something.
Last night, while I was messing around in front of the mirror, trying to decide if I want to go for round two of peroxide-bleaching my hair, I found a little bit of grey up there. I asked Robin Hood if he felt better about me finally catching up to him (his beard is almost completely silver, and what he's got left on his head is slowly going that way as well), and he just grumbled and walked away. I'm probably gonna go for round two, though. Since I dyed it black for Halloween, I'm starting to get this really neat banding of black, and then kind of orange where I bleached it last time, and a darker, gingery-brown that's my natural colour. Maybe if I do it once a month, I can get something interesting going.
Papa Bear went out, and I was hoping he'd be gone all day, but apparently it was just to get coffee. Because $4 a day on coffee is totally a valid expense, but better internet is a waste of money. Whatever. Soon as he got home, something pissed him off though, and it was all the banging around and swearing. I'm on dinner duty tonight and I'm just... nnnn. I might play sick today, and just have him make himself a sandwich or something.
Last night, while I was messing around in front of the mirror, trying to decide if I want to go for round two of peroxide-bleaching my hair, I found a little bit of grey up there. I asked Robin Hood if he felt better about me finally catching up to him (his beard is almost completely silver, and what he's got left on his head is slowly going that way as well), and he just grumbled and walked away. I'm probably gonna go for round two, though. Since I dyed it black for Halloween, I'm starting to get this really neat banding of black, and then kind of orange where I bleached it last time, and a darker, gingery-brown that's my natural colour. Maybe if I do it once a month, I can get something interesting going.