I ordered this book from an Amazon book seller:
But I received this:
The board book even had a receipt that stated:
This item inspected by gevans
East Wind, West Wind
Thank you "gevans", for ensuring that my contribution to the January book club will be limited to my knowledge of the Hundred Acre Woods. Are you trying to comment on my lack of geographical smarts? Cuz I so totally know where China is.
In other news.
You know how banks have that dye on their money bags that release on a robber's hands during a hold-up? Even if the thief gets away, he's easily spotted by the permanent ink.
I think hair stylists have the same thing going on.
I tried to save time and money by coloring my hair myself. I already mentioned that. I used to do it all the time with great results. Ever since I've been going to see Patti, whom I LOVE by the way, I've let her do the job. But I've been busy, blah blah blah, and I took matters into my own hands.
A box of Clairol was my exploding money bag.
My roots are orange. Overprocessed, carrot-colored, unnatural-on-a-brunette orange.
Put a little blonde in there and I'd be a calico human.
No matter where I go, my hair screams, "GUILTY!!! She was too cheap to pay her hairdresser and look what happened! Orange roots!"
I'm torn between trying again with a darker ash color myself, and confessing to Patti and having her solve all my problems (for a not-so-small fee).
Oh, the weighty decisions of the modern woman.