You know when you go to get you hair done and you are cheating on your hair dresser (so you are nervous-guilty anyway) and you come out looking like Morticia Adams/David Bowe/a cheep hooker/insert mortification here? Well that happened to me on Saturday and as luck would have it the boyfriend is flying in from Ireland next Wednesday (haven’t seen him in 4 ½ month). The hair appointment was part of the “beatification” process that all of us girls go through when an out of town guest, that you want to make-out with, is coming for a visit. This beautification process went array and I find my self asking of my BLACK hair – that use to be blond – does this go with my face? The answer is a decided no. But as my friend at work said, “You boyfriend will think he is dating a different girl… that could be exciting.” Well, enough ranting (thanks’ Jess this IS very therapeutic). Moral of the story don’t cheat and when in doubt bring tons of pictures of the desired hair color and champagne…lots of champagne.