Cougartown, Population: Me

Hey! Hope everyone had a great weekend. I am really feeling my age/mom status this week because on Saturday night I went out with a group of girls and lots of them were single. These ladies partied it up big-time until the club closed as they didn't have a small person to hang out with come 6 am on Sunday morning. It was my friend Wendy's birthday and she posted this really flattering picture of me on Facebook:

Thanks Wendy

I mean seriously, can you look at that picture and think anything but COUGAR? At least I'm married and not targeting younger men but I can't tell you how many times I heard "oh, you don't LOOK 34" at the bar. Is that when you know you are getting to be a woman of a certain age? When people say you don't look your age? Because looking your age would be bad? In my defense, I would like to post this much more flattering picture that Uri took of me earlier that evening:

I am really proud of my outfit and I wanted to document it. I mixed animal prints and I think it was both bold and fierce. Actually, in that top picture I think I was trying to look mixed animal print fierce and it just went horribly wrong.

Since I am on a roll here talking about my appearance, I will also mention that I felt my hair was getting a bit washed out and I didn't want to do the whole salon thing just yet. So today I went to a beauty supply and bought some home hair dye.

Before and after:

I also cut some of those really long ends that were sticking out in the front. I think it looks quite nice if I do say so myself. So much can go wrong with home hair color.  I really wish I had never gone insanely platinum blonde:

so wrong for so many reasons

It didn't even look that great and now the parts of my hair that were that color will always look like ass. I am glad the home hair dye was successful because it's going to be a long time before all that bleached out hair grows out. Friends reading along at home - be careful with the bleaching!

What else is new? Ah, our downstairs toilet clogged up. I don't think we've had a toilet clog in this place yet. I always get a kick out of it when a toilet gets clogged because Uri says "oh, we have to call a plumber." What? I say, "hon', we just have to get a plunger". And then he says "what's a plunger? Don't they have to snake it or something?" So I walked to our little guard gate, borrowed their plunger and voila! the toilet is good as new. I found our own brand new plunger at the 99 cent store today as well so next time this happens I will be prepared. Honestly though, my husband really doesn't know how to unclog a toilet. Or he does and his acting dumb thing is getting him out of it. But anyway, I don't mind that much.

I go to my first MOMS club playgroup tomorrow. You know I'll let y'all know how it goes. Try to hang in there until my next update.