"Don't Zachary Squinto!"

I went to my sister's house tonight so she could dye my hair for me (I'm a box dyer, I must admit, I can't afford 60 bucks every four weeks to see my gal Holly at the salon to color my hair) and she did my eyebrows for the first time ever. I was very wary about getting my brows dyed. I have very dark hair naturally, and therefore, very dark eyebrows. I color my hair a copper-ish red, because I like red hair. My Dad's a redhead, and I am very pale and freckly, so I can pull it off, plus, Jim seems into it, so I've been coloring it red for about 6 months consistently, but I have never ventured to my eyebrows. Cori insisted, so there I sat, with my brows slathered in the dye that also sat atop my head for 25 minutes, watching Micheal Jackson videos with her on some weird cable channel, while her dog slept in my lap. Then it was time to wash it out.

"Go in and use the washcloth and wipe the dye off your brows first. But, don't like do it hard, do it, just like, you know..." I scoffed and acted very younger sibling-y, "Come do it for me!" I protested. Cori came into the bathroom with me and started to wipe the dye off my brows. Now, I should mention that my sister doesn't really have a stylists touch, so when she was putting the dye on my head, it was a little on the painful side, lots of pulling and whatnot, so I was a little apprehesive about her going after my brows..."Quit.." she started, as I backed away and squinted my eyes, "Stop! Quit moving,.stop it... don't...Don't Zachary Squinto!" She finally yelled out. I giggled...ah, my sis always knows how to get a LOL out of me, I didn't stop squinting though. And for the record the dye didn't do a thing for my brows. My hair looks good though!