YOU SWEET TALKER

Yesterday I went to Aveda for a trim. I like my hair long so I asked them to please just cut off the scraggly bits. She did a great job. It was totally worth fifteen dollars. As the hairdresser lady blow dried my mop, her supervisor came over and complimented me on my hair. I mean she really gushed about the "rich color" and "copper tones." Not knowing how to react, I blushed and shrugged. I mean, it's just brown. But no, she insisted on calling it milk chocolate brown. Ha, flattery!

I guess I'm not above that.