I had a conversation with Travis last night, and it went a little something like this.
"How dare she leave town without even calling you first." Travis said in shock. "I know right, she really should let me know things like that." I said sadly. "Wait, are you being sarcastic with me? You really shouldn't mess with a woman with dark roots." I retorted.
A plea for help:
Why have you deserted me in my time of need? Aren't we friends? Don't we have good conversation as you beautify me? It really hurts my feelings when you leave town. Next time, you should call me first. It's not nice to give me great hair, and then run off so suddenly, right when my true roots are starting to show. I need your golden touch to lighten my life, and my hair. Leisel come home, are you too good for your home? Give me a call as soon as you land, I could get to your house about the same time you do. Better yet, I'll pick you up at the airport, hey, what are friends for? Call me before I do something drastic, I've had thoughts of going to Walgreens and buying a bottle of L'Oreal, it works for Heather Locklear. I need help.
P.S. My blonde ambitions are taking a dark turn for the worse, a very dark turn.