At camp, today was the weekly“Wacky Hair Day.” Given that I haul my ass out of bed approximately three minutes before I have to be at work, I have one standby entry—bedhead. Today, however, a particularly enthusiastic eight year old was not satisfied with my (lack of) style.
So she snuck up behind me with a can of that weird colored hair spray and dyed my hair purple.
And I thanked her later, because your day is always better when you have neon hair.
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