30 Day Picture Shenanigans - Days 13 & 14

30 Day Picture Shenanigans - Days 13 & 14: My Hair and My Butter-Loving Cat

Ok, since I took the past couple of days off from Picture Shenanigans, I am going to combine two short posts.  The first is a picture of what I did to my hair last week.

I was blonde before this, but my roots were dark for about an inch and I wasn't confident in my ability to get an even blonde color again, so I went black.  I prefer my hair really dark.  I must admit that I figured it would be super easy to color since I just cut it short.  I just kind of slapped a bottle of dye on my head and rubbed it around.  There are definitely still some lighter pieces here and there.  (Which, by the way, the men that work downstairs from me seem to feel the need to point out.  Since when are 20-year-old boys looking at a girl's dye job?  I feel old...)  Eh, whatever, I'll just dye it again later this week.  (Side note: you can't really tell in the picture, but I'm wearing Covergirl's NatureLuxe Gloss Balm in Peony and I love it!  I usually buy natural cosmetics, but I think I may have been a victim of a pretty package and some good advertising with this one.)

The past few days have been delightfully warm here.  Almost too hot, but I'd rather be sweating than freezing.  (On that note, this weekend we had to explain to the child that "hot as balls" is a grown-up phrase.  She repeated it after I said it, so it was totally my fault.  She said it in front of my parents.  I found it hilarious.)  Anyway, this morning she and I took a scooter/bike ride around the neighborhood and came home to the second picture shenanigan of the day.

I know the photo is a little blurry, but that would be Gomer finishing off a stick of butter.  Can I not just have a normal animal?  What kind of creepy-thin diabetic cat pulls sticks of butter off of the counter and eats them?  Seriously!  Also, what kind of animal can maintain a weight of 12 pounds on a diet of nasty canned meat-chunks and butter?  Stupid butter-loving cat.  (I think that "butter-loving" might be my new child-appropriate swear word.  Like next time someone cuts me off while I'm driving: "You butter-loving asshole!"  Although I suppose combining "butter-loving" with another swear word negates the child-appropriateness that I was trying to achieve.)

"What? I, um, didn't do it.  It was the pig, I just found it this way and was trying to clean it up for you."