It's My Party And I'll Dye If I Have Too

Today is my birthday. thank you. Let me know if you need my address to send cards, gifts, money. lol. So my precious little girl pampered me last night while we watched Little House on the Prairie. It was the one with the Runaway Caboose. Very dramatic. First they rubbed lotion (lots of it, to the point I was still sticky when I went to bed) on my legs and feet. I was informed that I needed to shave. Then Gabby painted my toes and fingers managing to get some on the nails. Then she decided I needed makeup to pretend I was getting ready for my wedding. I didn't look, but Gabby said the deep plum eyeshawdow and the blush she used as foundation, along with the sparkly powder she choked me with and covered my arms in, made me look like a Bratz girl. Now if I could just wear a middriff top and miniskirt without being startled when I walked by the mirror! She then had me lay crossways in the recliner so my head would hang over the arm in order for her to brush my hair. It was quite the painful experience and thought I would need to cut the brush out of my hair several times. Then she left. It sounded like she was tearing apart the craft room. I asked what she was doing and in her very frustrated voice answered, "rrrr, momma, I'm looking for the brown marker and can't find it anywhere!" I thought we were done and that she was moving on to coloring. About 10 minutes later here she comes with the brown marker, "found it." with the lid off she comes right at me. "what are you doing?" She tells me, "I'm going to color your hair so it's all brown again instead of all that white on top." Guess I'll be shaving my legs and dying my hair today.