Do blonds really have more fun?

This was quite the weekend. I could go through all the details from the past 5 days...I could tell you all about my trip to Dollywood with the girls...I could talk about my lunch with my parents and sisters...I could share the details of my dinner with Patrick and about the movie we saw together...I could go on and on about the adventures we had on Sunday at Looking Glass Falls and Sliding Rock...but what I really need to share is how the weekend all ended.

Here is a small prelude to the event...Patrick requested that, now that he has short hair, I dye his hair blue. Well actually, blue streaks. The hard part was that he wanted it done on Sunday night. So, eventhough I was pretty exhausted from my very busy weekend, I agreed to do it for him. The process involved bleaching his hair after pulling sections through a cap and then washing and rinsing it and then dying it Midnight Blue. It looks pretty good if I do say so myself.

Here is the best part. Jimmy came in to the kitchen as we were involved in the whole process and joked that I could bleach his hair if I wanted. Since I did have so much extra solution, I said sure why not. And he ACTUALLY let me do it. It was hysterical. Just when I thought I knew him so well, he lets me do something crazy like this. He is really not one to do wild and spontaneous things. The even better part is...get this...he LOVES it. He says it makes him feel lighter and happier. He is even talking about keeping it this way for a while. Amazing!!!! So here is the proof, get ready for a laugh or maybe just a chuckle. Enjoy.

Well, what do you think?