Too Much Perfection?

Sylvia Plath did have a way with words.


This weekend, I dyed my hair red. Or as Mark Twain would say...
“When red-haired people are above a certain social grade their hair is auburn.”


Actually, it is medium auburn, or so the box declared that I purchased.

I think I like it. I have been red before, back in my days of late nights, clubs, and excessive enjoyable amounts of alcohol.

Anyways, I'll save the rambling for another post. I am still trying to get over this shipping fever I've caught and I'm not really up to waxing poetic on the virtues of Clairol.

Then a pic from last night:

And a couple of crummy pics from today while I was out feeding horses. I had to take them myself and they suck, but a few nagging readers aren't patient enough to wait and I do aim to please. Sometimes.