Yesterday evening I went to get my hair cut and the color touched up, just the usual.
My conversation with the Mr. before getting my hair cut usually goes like this:
The Mr: what are you going to do with your hair this time?
Me: I was thinking short and brown.
The Mr: Yeah, you shouldn't do that. Not a good look for you. You know I love your long blond hair.
Me: Ok. I'll do the usual. Blond highlights, just trim.
(No offense to the brunettes out there. I actually love dark, rich brown hair, it's just not a good look for me. I had dark brown hair for a semester in college and I looked horrid. I should scan some pictures just to show you. And it took me forever to get the blond back after being so dark. And I really like bobs too, but short hair with my round face, is just not good. Tried it in High School. Anyway...)
So last night while getting my hair cut/colored by my good friend Carey (she cuts the Mr's hair too), I joked that we should play a trick on the Mr. and get me a dark brown short wig. But when Carey informed me there was wig store JUST down the street, I knew that it was time for a good old fashioned punking of the husband!
So I went and purchased a wig. And when I got home I looked like this:
And when the Mr. got home from dinner with his co-workers I greeted him at the front door with my brown bob.
The look of pure shock and terror on his face was priceless.
(Best $15.99 I've ever spent... I know, I know, I'm evil, but think of as payback for the speakers)
"Yeah, I thought I'd try a new look", I said.
He just kept saying "No way. No way."
When I finally grabbed the top of my hair and pulled the wig off he screamed and then fell to the ground with laughter.
Don't worry, I still look like this:
Yep, that was the best punk ever!
14 hours ago