I bought myself a present yesterday, but I was afraid to get your hopes up. You see, without Lisa around to really make me excited about some stuff, it takes a while for me to get motivated. Like when I dye my hair. Here's a before shot of the color (taken last night):
Here's a picture of the way I figure out which color will work best for me (minus the squatting to see into the hand-held mirror they always put on the second-to-bottom shelf... why is that?!):
As you can tell, I tend to get pretty serious about this part of the decision. Actually, I have no idea why I was making that face. But isn't the color nice? I think it will be lovely.
And here's the picture of the girl that box is going to magically transform me into:
I suppose I can deal with that. Don't hold your breath, though. It usually takes me many moons to actually get around to doing this.