Ch-ch-ch-changes

Okay, one of my last posts dealt with me changing my insides. But part of me wants to change my outside as well.

Well, these two things don't go hand-in-glove, so to speak. I mean, I have been working on my insides for years. And for the most part, I think I have grown emotionally and spiritually. Actually, the more I learn about religion, the more I think religion belongs with sex. Think about it, but today's post is not about this. It is about something that is superficial. I need to take a break from the deep, sort of like wanting to come back to the shore and sit lazily in the rolling waves, enjoying them for a while.

Okay, another little secret, a secret that I can keep in blogland, but not in my real life. You see, dear readers, I have started getting grey hairs. Now, I would occasionally get one grey hair a while back, and I simply would pluck the hair from my head. No big deal, really. But here I am, in my mid-thirties, and I have a few more grey hairs than I can pull or pluck.

Growing up, I never thought I would ever color my hair – my sister does not color her hair, but my Mother does (same color is her natural hair to hide the grey). So here I am, thinking about coloring my hair. Now, I only have a few grey hairs in my head really, but I have been thinking about coloring for a while. I really like my hair color – have had the same color most of my life, a tad lighter in my youth due to the sun's rays, but the same basic color for years.

So I approached this subject with my hubbie, not that he can tell me not to color my hair, but I do want his view on the subject. His reaction – he really doesn't care. Now at first, I was a tad hurt – hubbie doesn't care what color my hair was. But then I started thinking about his possible words and my reactions to them:

Hubbie's Reaction #1: "Cool. What color are you going to go? Blond?" Oh, that would be the worst reaction possible. I am a bit anti-blond (due to a competitive blond sister). I could never go blond. I know it sounds crazy, but when we made love, it would be like him screwing my sister.

Hubbie's Reaction #2: "Cool. You have been showing a little more grey than normal. Good move." Okay, honest, and the first thing out of my mouth without thinking would be. "Feck Off!" But the feck would be stronger. His ass would be mine for weeks.

Hubbie's Reaction #3: "Honey, don't change a think. I worship you, from the tips of your beautiful head, to the tip of your unpainted pinky toe." Okay, he would never say this, unless he wanted to get lucky that evening.

So he had a safe reaction. Not sure what I will do. I am very cautious about these things. Yeah, I know, hair is temporary. Even a bad cut grows out. But I still am cautious. And I have thought about something I did not even tell hubbie. I think he assumes I will go with my same color. But you know, I don't have to go that way. Now blond is out – because I am psycho – but I could do highlights, or more shockingly, could I be a redhead. Hubbie always says he loves brunettes the best. But I am a brunette, and that is a safe answer. I have seen him looking at redheads. And it would be sort of neat.

Now I probably won't do anything for a while, but I have started thinking about it. And as I think, I wonder if redheads have more fun.