Lucy Episode

I am channeling my inner Lucy. Two days ago I got the bright idea to change my hair color (which I do with alarming frequency as I age) to go with my emerging new image. Low and behold I now look like I Love Lucy. It is not one of her funnier episodes or mine. I've always been drawn to Lucy, perhaps it's the bread too large for the oven scene or the chocolate factory zany mishap? No matter what possessed me, I decided to remedy the problem with a new hair color. If I don't change it the kids will be asking me all day long, "Ms. F- why did you paint your hair? (I always tell them I paint it) and I liked you the other way." Knowing the kind of fickle person I am, I just happened to have a dark brown box of haircolor from another time I changed my mind, under the bathroom sink. I can't believe that about one month ago my haircolor was verging on one step away from white it was so blonde. My thinking here was that if I put the dark brown over the red I may at least be able to tone down the red. My roots looked like they were on fire! I also had to do something because there was no way I could go to CVS looking the way I did while walking up and down the haircolor isle. Everyone would be snickering or asking for my autograph. You'd be surprised how many people in America think Lucy is still alive. Anyways, I applied the new improved color even before I had one of the delicious cornmeal waffles my husband made. For once in my life my personal self-esteem overcame my desire for food. And voila! I was a new woman by breakfast. Sadly I now look like a chocolate bon bon. The kind with a cherry in the middle. Not so tasty or appetizing, one bite and you have to put it back.