Blonde Moment

I might have hair the colour of my little brother after helping bring the coal in, but I am quite capable of acting like the typical "Blondie."

Like that night I was getting ready for bed, after reading this really engrossing book, "New Moon". I was so wrapped up in it, I was only half conscious to what I was doing. This meant picking up the wrong bottle from the dresser table. It took a while for me to realise the glop I was rubbing into my face was leave-in hair conditioner.

Or that time when I was in a hurry to catch the mailman. I post my mail by leaving it out on the mailbox for the postman to pick up. Because it was raining, I had put the envelope in a plastic cover. While walking that long and exhausting walk from the front door to the front road, I realised there was something wrong with the stamp. . . I had remember to put on a stamp, thankfully, but was in such a hurry, I'd put it on after putting the envelope in the plastic envelope. So the stamp was stuck on the outside of the plastic, with the letter to Grace on the inside. With a layer of plastic between them. Duh.

Being blonde does have its advantages. Like being able to turn up to a party with an outrageous bright orange jacket and your 8-year-old brother's beanie, with no one blinking an eye. Sometimes though, I do wish my brain was slightly more connected to the rest of me.

Sometimes.

Go the mindless blondes!!! WHEEEEEEEE!