It was this bit, it made me giggle:

“I am now in the possession of a glow in the dark bottom.”

I thought you had a glow in your “dark bottom”, which I took as some kind of euphemism for pubic hair. I was just trying to work out why your bottom-half prudery should have caused your dark bottom to glow, when I realised my mistake.

In eight years or so she’ll satrt negortiating. It goes very quickly!

Me, jokingly: “Mom? How would I look with blue hair?”
My mother, laughing: “Haha, like you would dare!”

Next day, I had shiney blue locks… and a blue forehead… and blue ears… and a blue bathroom plus about 6 ruined towels. ;)

Stay blonde, Tadpole, sunburn HURTS!!

(yes, I know dyed red doesn’t cause sunburn, but does she?). I’d buy the wig.

My little one’s a Closet Blonde. I started bleaching her hair in early high school, when it got darker and greasier; the bleach helped the teenage greasiness. In Year 11 she decided to go dark instead, and her school marks went up. She’s staying a brunette until she gets a job, when she’s planning to go expensive blonde with streaks :-).

I saw one of my neighbors with a dog back in the early summer. I said I hadn’t realized she wanted a dog.

“I don’t,” was the response.

Apparently when her daughter was approaching her fourth birthday, she lobbied for a dog. Her mother said no, she was too young. Kid, being no fool, said then could have one when she was older? Her mother said rather vaguely that she supposed so. “When?” was the next question. My neighbor said, “Oh … when you’re 12,” assuming the child would forget, and promptly forgot about it herself.

The child didn’t forget though. As her 12th birthday loomed, she was asked what she wanted. “Well I’m getting the dog, of course,” said our little memory bank.

And since it had been promised, there was nothing for it but to get the dog.