Coming home from downtown I witnessed an interesting couple engage in a short grope session. Tall skinny dude and a rather large and in charge woman on the corner...the dude's hand traveled all over her back, slowly creeping toward the badonkadonk. Don't worry, cuz it made it there! He proceeded to be allll over her ass for the entire "Don't Walk" period of time. Really sir? You do realize that you are not Invisiboy and that other people in DOWNTOWN ANN ARBOR have a clear view of what behavior you are choosing to engage in!? Yikes. Sometimes I wonder.
Then pulling into the good ol' street to home base, my eyes were greeted with the neighbor's butt crack. While working hard with the pile of mulch and trying to distribute it, this dude's pants were slip sliding south allowing Captain Crack to come out and play. Such a wonderful welcome home image, every street corner should get one.
Updates on the witch factor (otherwise known as my black hair):
- Momma Jann did some online research for me last night and we found out that Prell shampoo fades the color faster...therefore, I went to CVS this morning and picked up some Prell. Promptly showered and washed my hair another six times (I try to wash it six times per shower) and found out that the Prell smell is not my favorite. I am currently waiting for it to dry...
- I am considering going Goth for the time being, just to match my hair, and to please the Faj.
- I received a compliment from the Faj about my original hair color last night (this is a rare occurrence folks!)...this was followed up by Faj informing me that I wouldn't be needing a car and that I could use the Family Broomstick to get to Sarah's last night.
- Brian continues to yak about witch hazel...and yell "WITCH! SHE'S A WIIITCH!"
- Now I know why I always said I would never dye my hair. Oh well!
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