Sometimes....seriously, is the right word. Made my day. Some times a few hours, are all you need. I actually like this reddish brown thing (in some lights), that is now recognized as my hair. I'm home alone, woot! Yet...no excitement for me. I'm already in trouble...I broke the rear view mirror. But most of you already know that. It's not as big of a deal as I make it. How to tell your parents you broke their rear view mirror in a moment of pure blondness...minus the hair?