Thankfully, I have friends like Susan and Mike to assure me that it's just not true... but today I came home from the office wailing, "I've got Thomas Jefferson hair!" And I'm not talking about young Tom's natural head of strong red hair, I am speaking of the powdered wig.
Back in March, I came home from jury duty, crawled into my bed, ate a whole box of Girl Scout thin mints and declared that my hair had gone grey due to the (unwarranted) fear of being called to do my civic duty just weeks after starting a new job... do any of you remember Twin Peaks, when the dead girl's (Laura Palmer) father realizes what he's done and his hair goes white?
Well, it turns out that it's all about my new office, and the hideous fluorescent lighting in the ladies' room. I probably do need to step up my special two color Victory Hair highlight treatment from Madeline, and maybe try a little root touch-up to hide the TJ-grey in the interim.Thanks to First Commenter Mariuca, who assures me she doesn't believe my tall tales about my bad hair day.
