A Little Cup of Cyanide

Sooooooo... I'm going home this weekend, in exchange for bringing a bunch of my stuff home so I won't have so much after finals. And I realized I had to tell my dad about the minor (coughHUGEhack) adjustment in the hair department. Yeah... So I was expecting the whole "oh my god, do you know how many women would give their right arm for natural red hair" rant. I'm all

Me: Yeah, by the way, I wanted to warn you that my hair is black. Actually it's more of a bluish black color...
Him: Oh god. (long pause) Have you ever thought that's why you're sick?
Me: Well, actually, it did start the day after I dyed it.

My roommate was sitting over there snickering the whole time. Yeah. So apparently he wasn't pleased in the least, but it wasn't an hour long rant on the evils of hair dye. And by the way, I don't think the dye made me sick. It's a coincidence. Those things happen.