Just when things were getting stale, I manage to get yet another horrible highlight. How is this happening? I took pictures, I was descriptive, I felt he repeated back to me everything I said...but then went ahead and did his own thing. Thanks, James, for the overly blonded chunk right at the front. That's pretty natural looking. And how did, "I don't need it to be any lighter" translate to "oh holy hell, that's some freaking blond hair?!" ARRRGH!
And then, just because maybe God thought I needed a little brevity for my trip home, we passed a guy wearing a backpack and riding a unicycle on Highway 98. In the rain.
I'd hate for things to get too dull!