Do blondes have more fun?

Do they? And if they do, is that fair? But the real question is: If they do have more fun, do they even realize it?

When Shawna was in her twenties... Oops! I mean, when she was younger... Wait! That makes her sound even older... Hmm, how about this? A little while ago, she would get her hair colored, but had to cut back because her blond hair (OK, blond-"ish" hair) would get damaged by the chemicals, especially with her swimming and the chlorine in the pool. Reluctantly, she had to cut back. (Besides, she doesn't have much free time to just lounge around at the salon getting hair and nail treatments. Plus we couldn't afford the high price of hair coloring, especially the maintenance required to disguise the roots every few weeks!)

Well, Shawna had a relapse! She went to the "salon" (which is to say the strip-mall version, with an overpriced hair dresser.) She walked in a gorgeous blonde, and an hour later was a beautiful brunette! Once again, she has more fun as either a blonde, brunette, or even with red hair! (just a hint of red, let's not get crazy.) It appears it's the person, not the hair color, that determines the level of fun. Who knew?

Shawna hasn't had such a dramatic color change since we moved here, and people don't recognize her, not even her close friends. It's funny! Well, it's not that funny - A couple of her friends called her because they "spied" Sterling at the store flirting and holding hands with some good looking brunette... Men are such pigs!