Whoopsies

There are two reasons for the name of this post. The first is that today at work, I was playing wiffle ball and when I swung at the ball and missed, I said "whoopsies." I immediately was made fun of for using a word that apparently hasn't been used since 1959 (or so I was told). I replied saying that I was bringing it back, to which I was told, "Bring it back to Boston, not Sacramento."

The second reason for the title has to do with my hair. I have often been rather impulsive when it comes to my hair, deciding in a minute that I should cut it, by myself, which doesn't always turn out well. I've decided to grow it out a little bit however so instead of cutting it, I decided to add some highlights. My hair gets natural highlights with the sun, which have already started coming out, but I was ready for a change and wasn't feeling very patient so I went and got some highlights. They were supposed to be chestnut and with my hair color being rather dark, they shouldn't have been very noticeable, just a slight change was all I was looking for. After washing the dye out however, I found that my hair was a little blonder overall. In the past, my hair hasn't taken very well to dye, with the exception of an accidental black hair dye incident but apparently, the highlight dye is a little stronger. Oh well, as Meghan pointed out (and she has yet to see my hair so her opinion may change a little) I might as well do this now before getting a real job. I'll post a picture later so you can all see me as a partial blond.