Finally Friday...

I have started dying my own hair.  I find it totally unacceptable for a 30 year old to have a few gray hairs and I figure I can do it myself.  Just think of the money I will save!!  Last Sunday I got my little $8 bottle (what a deal) and started my work.  A half hour later I walked back upstairs and saw the following "crime" scene in our bedroom (right outside the bathroom door).

Yes, you are correct, that is permanent hair dye...on light colored carpet...ALL over.  I truly have no idea how it happened.  So I tried to fix it.  I made it worse.  So I tried to cut it out.  I made it worse.  So now I must embrace it.  I figure I can do one of three things:  a)  draw a tiny chalk outline around it, make up a good story, and go with it;  b)  buy a fun rug and place it in the spot that rug really has no business being;  c)  leave a pile of dirty clothes on it at all times.  I am still trying to decide.

Jason only said three things: 
1)  him:  Looks like you got a little hair dye on the carpet.  me:  Is it that noticeable?  him:  I noticed it!
2)  It sure is a good thing the kids didn't do that!
3)  Nice try.  I see your plan.  You are ruining things just so you can go get your hair done professionally.  Clever!

Clever like a fox...if a fox had really bad aim when coloring his fiery mane!