He told me that I had made a better hair choice with the color this time. That some times he just didn’t know what I would come home looking like. And he followed that up with he just didn’t know what I was thinking sometimes. Honestly! Well, okay then Don Juan.
I guess that is no worse than a kiddo asking if I had “uncolored” my hair. Or if I was matching my hair colors? Huh? What? You know… the rest of it to the ends. As in, hair to roots. And, ding ding, yes we have a winner. All of my hair now matches my roots.
So, Tracy looks like a granddaddy and I look like a goth girl in mourning. Matthew, well, he is just Matthew!
We're creepy and we're kooky, mysterious and spooky. We're all together ooky, the Hill-Sands Family. Their house is a museum, when people come to see-us, We really do ‘a scre-um the Hill-Sands Family (spoken: Neat, sweet, petit!) So get a witch's shawl on, a broomstick you can crawl on. We're going to make a call on the Hill-Sands Family.