An Interlude

The Evil Genius and I had a jaunt to the hair salon today - his needed cutting (it's been three months or so since his last trim, and it was getting into his eyes) and he was in the mood for a Mohawk. I was in the mood for him to have any dang haircut he wanted, because...why not??

I needed some maintenance on my color - this blue ain't natural, ya know? I love my blue hair. It's an extravagance, it requires slightly more effort than un-colored hair, and I love it. Blue hair and tattoos, that's me.

Only...you can't see the tattoos, because I am all about keeping them in the shirt zone until I run out of room there...and I won't run out of room any time soon, because I don't have anywhere near enough ink on me, yet. Is there such thing as enough??

Don't get the wrong idea - I only have a few...but I want more. More, more, more...

Ahem.

So we went to the salon today for the regular frolics. While we were waiting our turn, we looked at a magazine from the pile on the table. A fashion/hairstyling magazine. Bird found a photo of a red-haired woman in a crazy dress and even crazier heels, and he said something about her. I responded that I would never wear something like that or get my hair to look that way.

His reply? "That's OK, you don't have to change because I love you just the way you are."

Aww!

I told him that was a good thing, since I'm pretty set in my ways. And I hugged him...because I didn't teach him to say that...he came up with it all on his own.

How sweet is that???