Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-35240436-20180611062108

Since so many of my friends here seem to be going through hard times, I thought I’d post something to, hopefully, make you smile. I have been toying getting my hair colour changed for a while now. I wanted something very different, a bit crazy but still suitable to my very fair freckled complexion. So I settled on champagne pink, a peachy warm sort of colour. I got it done and returned home to encounter my 14-year-old son in the hallway. Son: Mom, why do you have orange hair??!! Me: it´s not orange, it’s champagne pink. Son: yeah, whatever. But it’s like a colour for a 15-year-old!!...next to a face that’s like 102, on a body that’s 48! [at least he got my body´s age right!!] Immediately, occurring to him: When’s the next school talk?! You can’t possibly come! Me: surely it’s not that bad. Son: no, it’s worse... you’ve ruined my life!

Haha. Who needs enemies, when you have a teenager! 