Blue Haired Old Ladies

My mother had gray hair - not always, probably most of that gray was brought about by me but she rarely put a rinse on it.  My MIL (mother-in-law) on the other hand loved a good rinse and once ended up a little purple.  I loved it.  So here is my new personal rinse - or rather my newly frosted hair.  Once upon a time I did pink but this time I thought I'd do something different.  Life is just to short not to have a little fun once in awhile.  Sometimes you just have to fly that freak flag for all it's worth...I'd hang my toosh out the car window but at this point in my life (1) No one would look, (2) I'm not sure I could get it up there, (3) I'd probably fall out of the car. 

It gives me a personal giggle to think of the possibility of a mug shot and having my son drive up three hours to plead my case to the judge.  My husband would just kill me.  And such is the life in the "great imagination zone" - I better settle for being a new fashioned blue haired old lady.