Today was the last day of the two weeks of Vacation Bible School at our church. The teams have been competing all this week to see who got to pick the color that my hair became. It was very close a couple of times, but the Blue team emerged victorious. So last night, professional hair dye in hand, this perfectly sentient and otherwise reasonable adult barricaded herself in the bathroom and proceeded to turn herself into a blue haired lady. Intentionally.
Only it didn't work. I sat with what looked like printer's ink on my hair for a full 15 minutes, but when I rinsed it out, nothing. No change at all!
I won't bore you with the details of how, but by the time I went this morning, my hair did look and feel like I had dunked my head in a bucket of Tempera paint. And the kids loved it. And the dog growled at me. And it washed out on the first try, which means my DH is happy.
And now VBS is done until next year. I am going to take a nap now. But in the morning, I have several letterboxes that I want to plant, a letterboxing buddy to create, postals to mail, plus a whole myriad of other things that I want to catch up on. Not one of which is laundry.