A valuable lesson was learned this Labor Day weekend: Clairol Natural Instincts LIES!
Please learn from my mistakes and avoid wasting twenty valuable units of your life (not to mention months of snowballing self-esteem issues) pacing the haircolor aisle at CVS, holding your hair to the colored swatches on the boxes, to no avail. My hair did not come out a gentle "carmalized honey" as promised, but instead came out "Fraggle Hooker Pink".
Surprisingly, this result was not listed as one of the options on the box. Trust me, after I had the horrific Diff'rent Strokes detoweling experience, I checked the box repeatedly. It made no reference whatsoever to Run Lola Run.
I went supersonic on her over the phone, rapid-fire "meh"ing, so L thought I was exaggerating, but the look on B's face when he returned home from his Boys Weekend told me otherwise. An immediate return trip to the pharmacy followed, and resulted in a darker color, but at least one that might be found somewhere in (non-Jim Henson) nature.
If Timothy Leary's garden counts.