In Good Company

Okay, so I went to get my hair colored. (Just admit it, it's not like you didn't notice.) This time I decided to change the color a little since my coworker co-opted my previous color.

It just struck me as weird to walk around with matching hair. Guess I'm not much of a team player. I didn't even coordinate outfits with friends in high school.

Anyway, as you can see, I went a little darker. It looked good on the plastic ring of hair I used as my guide. But now, here I sit with more matching hair woes, only this time Ronald McDonald and Bozo have kindred coiffures.

I'll be avoiding stripes and polka dots for a while.