Let the Molly Ringwald comparisons begin

At least that's what happened the last time I went red (orange). I friggin love it. I think Rich thinks it's a bit much -- I think I was born with the wrong hair color and wish it were somewhere in the orange family all the time.
Why don't I keep it that way all the time then? I like things fairly low maintenance and non-natural red hair takes some diligence to maintain. Roots, of course, and my hair grows freakishly fast, so double that. It's not just the roots thing -- red fades faster than any other color, so one minute you're vibrant -- the next? A little mousy.

For now, until I can take no more of hat days and frequent hair appointments -- I am a rock star. A little shorter, a little more hair product, a long white nightgown, a dreamy hilltop and the rain would be fallin on my head like a memory and tearin me apart like a new emotion.

On another topic -- do you see what's behind me there? That's a test pattern and it's not on our giant TV that's out getting fixed, no -- that's on the new LCD screen TV that is taking it's place while it's out.

Not me, it was Rich, the wuss couldn't handle it and says he wants a flat screen for downstairs anyway.

I must say, this TV is from the latest breed in high definition and has an even more gorgeous picture than the giant plasma. So much so, I felt a little motion sick while watching some aerial footage on that new Planet Earth series. The HD channels are amazingly 3-D-ish -- it reminds me of those 3-d view finder pictures I used to have as a kid -- "how do they do that? I could go in and walk around in that picture".