I was going to be in my sister-in-law, Janie's, wedding in Houston, Texas.
I had some gray in my hair.
Soooooooo, I got a bottle of hair dye....kind of a reddish brown.....I was gonna look good!
I dyed my hair the day we got to Houston. This didn't seem hard. After all, I had dyed Easter eggs before.
I didn't put the plastic gloves on. I finished-- my hair looked great-- my hands looked like Clifford the Big Red Dog. I looked down at my hands. I looked at my hands again. I washed my hands. I washed my hands again.
My hands had turned bright red. Those plastic gloves are a very important part of the process. Note to self: Always wear the plastic gloves.
Another note to self: Always read the instructions FIRST.
A sweet housekeeper at the big, fancy hotel poured bleach over my hands until most of the dye came off. I cut my "red" fingernails short.
One should never try to be something you are not.
I am not a hair dyer. I am barely a hair dryer.
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