I finally broke down and faced my hairdresser.
Haven't seen her in oh, six months or so.
Nothing like walking in and seeing the person who should take the most pride and joy in your hair make a face like she's giving birth to a giraffe.
It's true, my roots were so dark (and long) that even a fresh wash and blow dry did not take away from my head looking like a grease pit.
That's what ball caps are for.
Thankfully Misty is a hair genius and she coaxed my locks back to life.
I also had her take my hair short.
Shorter than it's been in a very long time.
Thank you Misty. I owe you. Big.
But I'm still going to tell your naked beetle story one day. You can't stop me.