There was something I was going to say that was rational, I know there was...
If any of you jokers out there get the idea to try the Wilton's food coloring on the hair deal, I really recommend against it. Way too much trouble for the amount of color you wind up with. In fact, unless your hair is silver-white like mine, the color will probably not even be visible. (This morning my hair looks like pink cotton candy. Arg.) If you do insist on trying it, do NOT shower to get the coloring out, stick your head in a sink or something. More food coloring stuck to my ears during the showering process than stuck to my hair. (Yes. My ears are pink. You should see my fingernails.)
While I was wandering around the house last night with my hair gooed up in pink dye, wearing my hair-coloring tee shirt splattered with pinks, purples, blues, and greens, the husbeast says "You know, the baby's probably going to rebel by keeping her hair one color and becoming a lawyer."
Everybody's a comedian.
Thank you all for the kind words over the medication insanity. I don't want to turn this into a 'whine about what drug I took today' blog, but when my moods yo-yo like this, I try to offer some explanation. (Belles said she wouldn't worry until I started saying nice things about Bush. Let me tell ya, if this were a political commentary blog and not a knitting blog, the profanity witnessed so far would be like NOTHING in comparison.)
Anyway. Today is packing day. I'll probably pack the knitting first. That's how everyone packs, isn't it?
Four more pattern rows on the Blue Shimmer.