I’d Rather Have it Red Like Wendy’s than Wilma Flintstone’s Color

The other day I went to the hair salon to get my hair cut and colored. I had made an appointment for 8:00 but had forgotten I had made it for that time and did not show up until 9:00. I think the stylist was mad – which she had reason to be. I was upset with myself – and here I ’ ve been taking this Prevagen (which by the way does not seem to be working; at two dollars a pill, I would think my mind would have cleared that first day). She said she ’ d color my hair and reset the appointment for my haircut. But it was the cut I needed more than the coloring. I had purchased only one bottle of hair coloring and was willing to try it by myself – but with less hair. She agreed to cut me and commented on the thickness and length of my hair. She then read the directions of the hair dye I had purchased and proceeded to get it ready to add to my head. I was...