Weekend Chaos

In my home this weekend will go down in history as the weekend of the hair marathon. It all started when my 15 year old daughter asked me to dye her hair. I'm not a stylist and I don't play one on TV or in real life. I explained this. Repeatedly. A couple months ago she took her previously brown hair over to a hairdresser and had it bleached blonde. Not my choice but, hey, the stylist did a good job and it looked nice.

Now fast forward to this weekend when my darling daughter assumed that for $8 she could get me to reverse the blonde back to her original color. I resisted but it was no use. Have I mentioned my 15 year old wants to be a lawyer? A jury of my peers would not have been able to resist her arguments on the logic of spending a half hour and $8 to get the needed result. Except anyone with as many years on the plant (and hair disasters in her background) as me knows that life isn't as it appears on the Clairol box. You guessed it. Blonde did not go to a nice chestnut brown. Nope. Went to blue/black. It said on the blocks "light ash brown". Within an hour of starting the fiasco my daughter was planning on suing the hair color company.

Fast forward to Sunday night and five, yes, FIVE boxes of color later. Finally. Brown. It's useless to point out that the cost of all the hair dye would've come close to what she would've paid at a stylist. It's useless to point out that I lost an entire weekend, or at least hours and hours and hours pouring goop over her head and scrubbing it out of various surfaces. The end result is what matters in a 15 year old world and the end result was good.

Any chaos in your life this weekend?

What gets you off your duff?

I've been sick with a stomach flu but the worst seems to be over. Still, I'm dragging myself around wondering how to get my energy back.

Today in the shower I even shampooed with Suave's Tangerine shampoo. Big deal, you say? Well, on the back it says:
"In between grocery shopping and dry cleaning pick-up, treat your hard-working self to this invigorating tangerine scented shampoo that gently cleanes."

So what, you say? Well on the directions it says:

"Lather into hair. Inhale pure tangerine bliss. Then rinse. Hop out feeling ready to face the laundry with a renewed vigour."
Even when I'm not sick I gotta tell you that laundry is not fun and I certainly have never approached it with anything close to 'vigour'.

I lathered.
I rinsed.
I even repeated.
Still no vigour for laundry or much else. I'm going to stick with a triple-tall-low-fat-latte.

How about you? What gets you off your duff when your energy is low?

Does your mind work like this?

At four in the morning our house alarm went off. The kids slept through it and my husband almost did but I got up and searched the premises and concluded a curtain caught in a window was the most likely culprit. The alarm company confirmed it was that particular window causing the grief so that's it, right? Except...
In my mind that was just a red herring. You see, the murderer entered the house and slipped a corner of the drapes through the window as he closed it to make it look like that was the problem.

I went back to sleep and got up a couple hours later at my usual time. I brushed my teeth and then my hair. Rinsed off the toothbrush but hesitated before cleaning out the hair brush... In my mind those loose hairs would be needed for DNA testing.

I went downstairs and headed for the coffee. The coffee maker had been set on a timer and had brewed my coffee in advance an hour earlier. It was sitting there waiting for me. And as I poured it...
I wondered if I'd be able to detect the crushed pills slipped into my coffee. The meds would be just enough meds to make me groggy and unable to fight off an attacker...maybe even unsure about posting my blog this morning.

How about you? Any rambling murder plots running through your morning?