I get my hair done once every 10-12 weeks or so. Mother Nature isn't so kind as to give me the blonde locks I used to have or that my children have. My pregnancies jacked up my hair as much as my body. Anyway, once every 3 months or so I go and sit and chat endlessly with my girl while she spends 3 hours or more making me blonde and giving my hair a bit more shape. Pretty simple.
EXCEPT. Chris is a guy to the Nth degree and doesn't understand WHY it takes so long and WHY I have to do it so often and WHY it costs so much and WHY I think I look different when I come home when in fact, according to him, it looks exactly as it does as when I left. "You don't have to understand it, you just have to respect it." Done with explanation. BUT, here's the tricky part. It costs $160 total for this youth restoration process. I knew a few years ago he'd shit a brick if he knew that it cost so much so I paid $100 in cash and put $60 on the debit. He couldn't believe that it cost $60 to get my hair done. *snort*. Right? I'm not going to say he's an idiot because he's my husband and I respect him completely but... c'mon. So, I've never let up and everytime I go I give her $100 bill and my card is run for $60. The girls at the place get a kick out of it still.
Here's the thing. Chris has a girl who has pulled some strings for him for his business and he knows she lives in town and thought this salon would be a good place to get a gift card as a thank you. He told me when I went today to pick up a gift card for, "Oh, what's yours cost, Ashley? $60?" Shit. She may be able to get a bottle of shampoo or something but that's it.
Ends up I "forgot" to get it and will another day - when I can bring cash back to do it so there is no record of the real amount.
You like my 60 dollah 'do?