Stupid Moments of Clarity

I hate to admit this, but I'm a little geeked up over the new brand of laundry detergent I picked up earlier tonight on my Wednesday night grocery trip. Two one hundred fluid ounce containers on sale for five bucks was all the try me, buy me propaganda I needed to see to pluck two of them off the shelf and add them to my already half full cart. (Though I did try not to set them on top of the chicken or anything else smushable for that matter.) And as I wheeled about the store, much like a Nascar driver at the Indy 500, it occurred to me that I really ought to shop off a list. Though to be perfectly honest with you, when it comes to lists, I'm great at making them and equally worse about following them. List or no list, I always forget something I need no matter what. Today's I can't believe I forgot that moment was brought to you by the letter "H" as in hairspray. As in reminded myself I had to get some hairspray, made my way down that very aisle and walked out of it with only hair dye in my hand. And yes, you heard me right. I said hair dye.

Whoever said going gray gracefully was the way to go was someone who was well past the age of thirty. At thirty (God, I still can't believe I'm that old) I absolutely refuse to do anything gracefully! (Did I mention I called Brenda on the phone the other day from work to tell her two very stupid things, the first being that I had this uncontrollable urge to crawl under my desk and hide there and the second to whine about being thirty when I swear to God I'm still holding fast to 29.) Anyhoo, I did manage to crawl under my desk and ... Woops. I wasn't supposed to admit to giving into that temptation ... Damn! My cool factor just dropped down faster than a barometer signaling rain. Must remember that this is a bit more readable than my handwritten diary ... And wouldn't you all just like a peek at that. (Not that there's anything overly interesting to be found there as I have written in that one for longer than I care to mention. Why write when one can blog I say.)

Uh oh. I've just realized I've left the hair dye on longer than I was supposed to. Ten extra minutes to be exact. I want my hair to be its original dark color without risking it falling out and looking like Mr. Clean.

I feel the need to lather, rinse, repeat and condition. Wish me luck and oh, leave me some comments. I'm getting lonely. (Don't make me beg. I'm begging here ...)