When I was little girl I had super blond hair. It gradually darkened to a honey color during my teen years but not enough for me to not be blond. So I've heard quite a few blond jokes...
Through college I dyed my hair to brunette, red, and many different blond shades and since then have continued the pattern of trying a new color every six months or so. (Nothing extreme, mind you.) When I found out that I was expecting James, I decided to leave off coloring my hair for awhile, just in case.
Two days ago, the last of my blond-dyed tips were trimmed off and I saw my natural color in all its natural beauty. Brunette at last! Thanks for the genes, Mama! Now I am officially brunette and can tell blond jokes with impunity. :) Hee hee!
Me before the trim. It was getting unmanageable!
After my trim (al naturale):
So do you want to hear a good blond joke? How do a blond's brain cells die? See the comments section for the answer. Hee hee
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