So...as you probably know, my husband graduates bootcamp in about 7 days. It will be the first time I have seen him in over two months. I am beyond excited, I am bouncing like a chihuahua. That's not what this post is about. Last night, I went over to my friends house and we got bored...so I decided to dye my hair. (If you know me, this is not at all out of the norm for me. Keep in mind, not long after I met my husband my hair was various shades of blue, pink, red and purple.) The box I bought said "Lusty Lavender" but two hours later I rinse my hair and "ahhhh!" it is Barney fuschia. Eep. So...now I have fuschia colored hair, which I am really proud of by the way. I go into work, expecting "oohs" and "aaahs" as usual. Maybe a few "Barney" comments, but no. My lovely co-worker decides to lecture me about the fact that I am leaving in a few days for my husband's graduation and it is probably the most important day in his life...we will be taking pictures....yadda yadda yadda. First of all, yes we will be taking pictures. Lot of pictures. Is there somthing about purple hair that disable the shutter of a camera? Not that I know of. So what is the concern there? Maybe she thinks that looking back, I might shake my head at the fact my hair was purple? I don't know. It almost felt like she was insinuating that I am not taking the graduation seriously. I know that may be a jump...but that's how it felt. It really makes me angry...I would like to know why my purple hair is such an issue. It is a color! Actually, it is a beautiful color. Would she have said anything if I wore a fuschia-colored shirt? Or maybe if I painted all my nails fuschia? I doubt it.

I may be over-reacting...but oh well. It really did make me angry. I think she crossed over some lines that I didn't even know about. Now that I have vented, I'm out. Thanks for listening.

-Tiff

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