
A few hours ago, I gave the product another try. I'm still basically operating with one hand, so my husband was called in to assist. Since he approached the task with military precision, I knew there would be no errors on our part.
The result? I have a head full of gray roots.
If there were an Island of Misfit Products, I would gladly hop on an iceberg and take it there myself.
What good is hair dye that doesn't dye? It's like buying glue that doesn't stick, foul-smelling air freshener or condoms that are pre-broken for her pleasure.
Oh well, at least I look cute in my hat.
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