....nor make me bald.
In the past few weeks it seemed like everyone I knew was talking about changing their hair style. A few people got hair cuts, trims and whole hair transformations. Even Mrs Jude went into the salon and came home a different person. So I decided I wanted a change too.
Last Sunday I handed Mrs Jude a box of hair color that I had picked up a couple of months ago. I've been bugging her to do this and she's been convincing me that she loves the way I look with my gray. When I handed her the carton this time she just looked at me and she knew I was serious. I wanted to change my hair color.
She read the directions and I got the chair to sit on. She started to apply the first bottle of shit. I started to feel a burning sensation. She applied the second bottle of shit and rubbed it into my scalp. The burning continued more so than the other times I've had this wonderful process done. Once the two bottles were applied, she told me how long the shit had to stay on. I can't remember if it was 15 or 20 minutes, it didn't matter because it wasn't even one minute when Mrs Jude started to scream at me...."GET IT OFF".
I always get a little excited when she says that to me but this time there was a very different tone in her voice.
I stood there looking at her when she said again..."GET IT OFF NOW!!" "TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES AND JUMP IN THE SHOWER BECAUSE I USED THE WRONG SECOND BOTTLE"
For fucks sakes, no wonder my head felt like it was on fire.
No hair color change occurred and no bald areas have appeared. Hair transformation? I think I'll pass, thank you very much. It's funny how she ended up getting her way.
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