My kids like it, and I do too. The little neighbor boy, however, was upset when he saw me yesterday. He said, "What did you do to your hair?" "I dyed it red." "Well, Mamy, I don't like it. Put it back to yellow. Put it back!" I said, "Maybe later." I never give absolutes, especially to kids, haha.
Bad news is, red hair apparently makes a person gain five pounds, or maybe that's from the holidays. Groan. I have to get back on track and lose it because that stupid weight always goes right to my stomach and boobs and butt. All of which jiggle when I exercise. I bought two tight sports bras to wrangle things into place, but the lower regions are forced to suck in or flex rigid. Don't talk to me when I'm exercising, I'm too stressed out.
Here's something, I drank two margaritas last night and woke up with a hangover. So--finally--I have--at last--realized that I am a complete and total lightweight who can't eat or drink. Life is over. You all have fun while I look at my red hair and starve. Happy New Year.