Mexican Red/Baby Jesus

I decided to stop putting those bleached-out highlights in my hair, and color it a more mature dark-blonde color (I am 28 now. Ahem. Anyways...). So I made an appointment with a new hairdresser (my regular hairdresser moved away in January and I haven't been able to find a good one yet!). I told her what I wanted, but there was obviously some miss-communication. Intuitively, I knew things weren't going well because she continued to tell me over and over how beautiful I am. I'm like, "I know, I know, you're preachin' to the choir, lady." But when I put my thick glasses back on, and I came into focus in the mirror, I saw that she had colored my hair Mexican red (definition: a sort of purplish red).

This is me, weeping:
(It's hard to tell in this picture, but trust me, it's Mexican red).

I'll get over it.

On a happier note, we finally finished decorating our Christmas tree--we had just been adding things every now and then, when ever we happened to pass by it--and I found my favorite ornament:


It's a fragile paper thing Cord made when he was 3 1/2, and I've hung onto it for 6 Christmases. Every time I pull it out it makes me laugh--I think it's the eyes. (It's baby Jesus in a manger, if you can't tell.)