About Saturday...
There's not a pharmacy open in this friggin town after 6pm on a Saturday night. I was tempted to drive to my own town where the pharmacies are open until 9pm to get hair dye, but I didnt want to spend the gas money. I called him whining about what I should do and he suggested going to Sobey's (one of the grocery stores) because they have a pharmacy inside, and they're open until 9pm. So I turn around and Im driving down the street, and hit a pothole, and my front passenger side tire goes flat. Its about 6:45pm.
Boyfriend cant come help because his brother (who he was babysitting) was asleep and obviously couldnt be left alone. There was nobody at my house to come and help. Scratch that, my father was home, but he was in bed. I finally get through to my aunt's house at about 7:05pm and she said that my mother just dropped her off and was going home after that. Sooo... I call home again, my brother answers and I tell him the problem. He has to wake my father up so that they can drive over and change my tire. Its now 7:10.
Boyfriend tires of talking to me so I call my mother at 7:30 to find out when they left. She says they're gone a good 10 minutes at that point. They should be there soon, being as how its only a 20min drive from home to where Im at. I talk to Mom for about 10 minutes and then she has to go because the dogs are getting rowdy. So its now 7:40, they should be here within minutes. They get there at 8:00pm. It took them 40 minutes to make a 20 minute drive. I didnt even have to say anything about it, my brother just rolled his eyes at me and said that Dad had to take a certain "route" to get there. I told him that I had been wondering why it was taking them so long.
They finished changing my tire at 8:15 and Im finally on my way. After an hour and a half of people driving by and looking at me on the side of the road with my 4-way flashers on. After countless taxis and 2 (count 'em) police cars drove by, I can finally get my hair dye. I get to the grocery store and pick a color that I wanted, and that would cover his blonde hair for the time being. I get back to his place where he proceeds to make me feel lower than dirt about the color I chose. At this point Im already upset about being stuck in my car for an hour and a half. I didnt really need him to be cranky at me because he ran out of smokes. Really, I didnt.
So he's pissy and Im crying, its a wonderful combination. We get to leave about 9pm-ish and we go and return the hairdye that I bought and flew to Wal*Mart to get new stuff that would be up to his approval. We couldnt decide on a color, and the store was closing so I picked up a box of flaming red Feria dye. Then we went to my house so I could pack my bag and whatnot. It was about 11pm by the time we got to his house, way too late to start dying our hair. We decided to leave that until Sunday.
So Sunday morning (more like Sunday afternoon) I dye our hair. Mine came out a little darker than his because my hair was darker. My blonde streaks were dyed orange last week, and the rest is still brown from when I dyed it black a few months ago. His hair was still all blonde, and came out bright flaming red. His was a little more orange than mine is but it looks good on him. Next week he'll be threatening to shave his head again, Im pretty sure of it. But he can buy his own dye next week.
The highlight of my weekend though happened last night. We were at our friend's place and the Baby decided to take his first steps. It was only 3 steps, and he stopped when he realized we were all looking at him, but it still counts. Pretty soon he'll be running around giving everyone a hard time. I cant wait!
{Tuesday, March 2}
