Today I went to the salon and for the first time in a long time let someone else change my hair color. When I called Mr. S. from the car afterward and told him what I ended up asking for was an ombré look (dark at the roots, gradually lighter toward the ends), he laughed. When I got home, he laughed again. I mean, he oohed and ahhed and said he liked it, but then he laughed some more. But...I already knew why.
"Heh heh...you know what I'm thinking, don't you?" he asked.
"Unfortunately I do. JOEY."
You see, he was thinking of the Friends episode where Joey worked as a department store men's cologne sprayer, and got into a rivalry with "the Hombre Man", a guy who walked around in cowboy garb spraying Hombre cologne on passers-by, saying "Hombre" in a Clint Eastwood sort of way. So that is what he will be thinking every time he sees my hair for a while.
I kind of love that about him.
