Clean that mess up, or Hair of a different color

The kids and I were looking at a dilapidated townhouse, and I was actually thinking of buying it. Then we realized Ikuni’s friend was coming over. We raced home to clean like crazy people. I dumped a bunch of stuff in a drawer. Then stood around, not knowing where to hide the newspaper.

For some reason, tiny nails had been spilled all over the foyer. As Ikuni’s friend and her mom pulled in the driveway, I was still trying to pick the nails up one by one. Decided to forget that and got the shop vac.

Next thing I knew I was getting my hair colored by a friend who lives out of town. Her daughter walked in and her hair was purple. My color attempt: blonde. I looked like Sandra Dee. Then my friend was on the news. I don’t know why. The last thing I remember was that we were going to try a different hair color.