Yikes. Foiled again.

Have you ever seen what someone looks like in the process of getting highlights? (That’s not me, for those of you who don’t know me!) So, today has been a bit nuts so far.

This morning, I left the house for an early highlight and cut. Before I left, Andrew asked me if the baseball stuff and the chairs were in the minivan. He did. I’m sure. So I checked for the chairs and left in the other car.

Half way through the foil process, the receptionist came to see me. Andrew was, apparently, on the phone. My mind raced. Something terrible has happened. There’s been an accident. Oh no…. But actually, it seemed, I had the baseball stuff in the car. And I was on the other side of town.

Backing up a bit, you should know that Max had to be at his baseball practice at 9:30 am and Reed had to be at his game at 10:00 am. There was no time to spare. What to do?

So Rebecca finished foiling me and I jumped in the car. Can you picture this? And I drove like a bat out of hell across town. I haven’t been stared at that much since…well, ever. I kept telling myself people might think it was a Halloween costume. But, even I don’t believe that. I dropped off Reed’s baseball gear and raced back to the salon.

Rebecca had warned me that if I took too long, the color might be compromised. So I ran back in, got a wash (after a spot check) and lo and behold — the best color I ever had! She trimmed my hair and, with wet hair, I paid and left.

Otherwise, I might be late picking Max up from practice.