Didgeridoo Boy bought a bleach kit a while ago, and applied it to his hair today. Whoa. He glows! My husband glows! His hair is yellow, but he's happy with it and it works on him, so it's fine. Really. However, I didn't necessarily feel that way when he had on a *red* t-shirt with *blue* jeans. Combined with his yellow hair, he was quite the primary color study. There is some concern about the slight orangey-ness, but it's fine. Really. Mercy, it's bright.
We're on a bit of a rock shirt kick lately, and today he decided he had to have the very same GNR shirt I purchased. Actually, he'd found the thing, I just bought it first. But whatever. We have matching GNR shirts now.
Perhaps I should dye my hair red so we would be the ketchup and mustard GNR couple.
Other than hair and shirts, Didge has announced his intentions to become a (now, get this) "fartiste", and acquired a whoopee cushion this afternoon. I don't know what all of this means, but I'm pretty sure it can't mean anything at all good.
But it's fine. It's all fine. Really.
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