1) My hair is pretty much back to normal, from what I can tell. At least the blue dye is all gone. It took more than a week to get that mess washed out, and although I can't be sure, there may still be some in very small spots in the back because combing my hair is still kind of hard if I'm not careful. I went online to look at reviews of the stuff, and 90% of the reviews were people who had the same problem I did. Perhaps I should have read those first? I just wanted blue hair, is that so wrong? Geez.
2) Speaking of blue, I just need to stay away from blue stuff, I think. I ate a blue popsicle the other dayand, of course, my lips and tongue turned blue. I didn't think anything of it until the next morning when I got up and my lips were still blue. I bathed and everything! My lips weren't normal again until after lunch, which made me scared to think of how much dye must have been in my body. Also, Sunday afternoon, I had a piece of blueberry pic, and my teeth and tongue turned blue for hours. People are going to think I have smurf DNA. :(
3) Last Saturday, I was a lump. Steve was going to be going out of town to help a friend move, so I was left to my own devices. Normally I hate just not doing anything and watching TV all day, but that's exactly what I did. There was a Harry Potter movie marathon on, so I blame that because I wanted to see them. I literally sat in my pajamas until I made myself take a shower, and I just put on clean pajamas after that and finished watching the movies. I did cook a little in between, but mostly, I did nothing. I'm not proud of myself.
4) The funeral I sang for after the Color Run was for a woman at our church that I liked very much. She was a member of our church, had been close friends with Steve's mom, and she was the one who made my wedding dress out of curtains. : ) Her husband, whom I once worked for briefly, asked me if I would sing a song called "Ain't No Grave" at her service. It's a very fast, very cheerful song, which seemed a little odd to me, but I feel about funerals the same way I feel about weddings: I'll sing whatever you want and wear whatever you want, so I put the CD into my purse that morning. Just as we were about to walk out the door, I walked into my office and grabbed a performance track to "It Is Well With My Soul" and stuck it in my purse, too. I don't really know why I did that, except that I got a weird feeling that her husband might be sorry he didn't pick a more appropriate song and I wanted a backup, just in case. Not that the song he picked was inappropriate, exactly, but it was just...fast and loud. I don't know. Anyways, when I got to the funeral home, the director took my CD to do a sound check in the chapel. The CD wouldn't work, at all. Not on any of their sound equipment or on the computer in their business office. I'd used that CD many times without incident, but it wouldn't play at the funeral home. Luckily, I had that other disk in my purse, so I didn't leave them hanging. The next day, I took the CD that wouldn't play at the funeral home and tried it in our church's sound equipment, and it played just fine! I can only deduce that the lady who passed away didn't want that song sung at her funeral after all! Weirdness!