For the First Time I Feel.... Wicked

In the latest breaking news, my hair is green. No, I haven't suddenly decided to embrace my inner punk (I'm sure she's hiding deep down somewhere). I simply took a dip in a hot tub with Mr. D. I never thought I would see the day. You see, Mr. D. is a kind, considerate, and "very appropriate" Christian young man. I was shocked that he would even consider jumping into a tub of warm liquid with a scantly clad Cermak, alone, late at night. There was a serious debate between the hot tub and getting some ice cream, but I kept insisting that I wasn't hungry at all. Needless to say we had a fun, yet "very appropriate" time in the hot tub (which is actually in the apartment complex that my sister lives in. She was luckily out of town). It wasn't until much later in the evening that Mr. D. noticed that the ends of my hair were green. "Oh", I said, " It will probably come out with shampoo". Three washes later it has not come out. I am beginning to think that it might actually might be God's punishment for seducing a perfectly nice young man into a hot tub. I called my salon and they suggested that I wash my hair in tomato paste. It better work! I learned my lesson God just take the green away!