My Grays.

I had to get lowlites. Along with the hilites. And the deep conditioning treatment I was telling you about.

I had to ask Lan what lowlites were and why I needed them. She said something like I’d lost some of my natural hair color and plus, I had a few grays that she’d cover with the lowlites application. OMG.

I have grays. I knew I’d seen some poking its way through but I thought maybe I just needed new contacts. But even that’s a lie in itself as my own mom had once volunteered to just snip away a few gray strands that she’d spotted herself a few months ago. There’s no denying it.

I am getting old. O.M.G. I’m only 30 years old. Only. I didn’t see any grays prior to…. being a stay at home mom! Okay, now there’s a little bit of humor here. Is my life as a SAHM that stressful? Haaaaaay.

Anyways, whatever. There’s nothing that can’t be fixed at the salon. So I did my thing and just being there — away from Erynne, away from anything familiar to me — was a wonderful treat. I had so much with Ling and Lan. They asked what I wanted. Their call, I said. Do whatever you want, so long as it is (always) something different from the last time I was there. So I wasn’t too punk this time. Just very Annabelle Rama.

Hahahahaha. But hubby loved it. I wish I could have taken a picture of his reaction when he saw me. He literally did a double take and made me feel like I was the sexiest mama that ever existed. In fact, I tell you what — if I was just skinny enough to the point where he could pick me up and dance me around like that Jennifer Grey and Patrick Swayze scene where Patrick lifts Jennifer up in their final dance scene at the end of “Dirty Dancing,” I’ll bet hubby would have done it (to me). *cackle*

Then he asked how much it all cost when we sat down with some Taco Bell. Way too much, I said. With the amount that I paid, a lot of my blogging earnings went down the drain and E probably could’ve gotten 2 years worth of haircuts at the local Great Clips. But that’s also because I had a deep conditioning treatment for my wiry hair, I argued. No matter — hubby knows mommies have to love themselves too. In my case, I love myself sometimes a little too much. Bwahahaha.

And yes, I am kidding about Annabelle Rama.