Tonight was Crazy Hair Night at AWANA.
We were very excited to participate.
I’m not sure that any of these pictures show the true glory that was my hair. Our assistant pastor saw me in the darkish parking lot and said “nice hat.”
The boys wanted mohawks. (Faux-hawks?) I gave Bubs a more traditional one except he wanted spikes on the side, which mostly just looked stupid, but he was happy. And Stinky got three spikes in a row. (A row-hawk? Snort. I do amuse myself oh so much.)
We were totally the awesomest family there.
Of course, we usually are.
Before I go, can we discuss my hair in the following picture?
For one thing, the GRAY. It is NOT FAIR that I am only thirty-one years old and have that much gray. I have a date with a box of hair dye coming up this weekend. (And you totally can’t even see the worst of it in this picture. I might have to have Art take some before and after pics so you can see the cruel fate that is my hair color).
But more importantly, what is with those short wisps of hair there? The ones that look like bangs gone wrong? They are driving me insane. If you look at the next picture up you will notice that there are some NEON SILVER ones that stick straight up at my part. WHAT IS THAT? I haven’t had a haircut in months. Where are all these random hairs coming from?
Does anyone know? Because I think I would sleep better at night if I knew.
Celebrating a little bit of crazy– Just for the Joy of It!