Miss KT is not handling the long Thanksgiving weekend well at all. She's bored and cranky, since a lot of her friends are gone, so she decided to dye her hair. Blue. OK, fine...it's just hair, and I don't care anyway. Fast forward an hour. Screaming, crying, drama..."OMG, I didn't know it would be this BLUE!" My tub is blue, her feet and shoulders are too...and she's stomping around the house with a ski hat on, frantically trying to find our stylist's number so he can FIX it. I shouldn't think it's funny...however, anyone who's dyed their own hair has messed it up at least once, and I can relate. in my opinion, it looks pretty good. I think she ought to wash it tomorrow and look at it then. She's ready to call Martin the Hair God at 6 am and beg him to redye it.