[QUOTE=tdn]
Yee haw! I’m going for it!
It was nice knowing you all. Scatter my ashes at sea.
Every time I see a hot redhead, I wonder if the carpet matches the drapes. From what you’re all describing, it sounds like in many cases there is no carpet.
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Of course not. Hard wood floors go with everything!
[QUOTE=Faruiza]
Of course not. Hard wood floors go with everything!
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Some of us prefer a little area rug on their hardwood floors. Makes the place a bit festive. 
[QUOTE=Faruiza]
Of course not. Hard wood floors go with everything!
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They need regular waxing to look good, though.
[QUOTE=Cyn]
Amongst the Labor and Delivery nurses, there is a law:
redheads bleed.
I thought they were just trying to scare the newbie, but I never met a real redhead, fair skin, freckles and all, who didn’t need methergine or hemabate.
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I’ve never needed either. I also had both kids without drugs (8lb 14 oz, and 9lb 12oz). I don’t know if it’s because redheads are supposedly blessed with higher tolerance to pain, or if I’m just stubborn.
I remember being in the recovery room last time I had surgery, just moaning in pain. There were no other patients in recovery but me, and the nurse was on the phone complaining to someone about my moaning. “You know how redheads are,” she tsked into the phone. Yeah, I was in pain, but my ears were still working. I didn’t say anything to let her know that I’d heard what she’d said because that would have just cemented her opinion about the orneriness of redheads.
I’ve found that is often the case - redheads have a real dried in the cement kind of reputation. Disagreeing with it only proves the case that redheads are argumentative and have big hairy tempers.
My brother is also a redhead. Years after he married his wife, she told him what her mother had said to her after she met my brother for the first time. She said, “(Daughter), I have prayed for a man in your life for years, but I forgot to pray for the right color.”
Downside: It was a bright-haired redhead who sexually assaulted me.
Upside: I was born platinum blonde but the color darkened through my school years and ended up a strange muddle of every color imaginable. To avoid my hair looking like a mess color-wise (it’s already a mess in terms of being frizzy), I get it dyed a nice auburn-red, since auburn is one of the predominant colors that shows up when it’s not dyed, especially in summer. My husband thinks I look great, and his opinion and mine are the ones that matter to me. I already have the very pale skin and tendency to freckle in summer, so I was halfway there anyway, regardless of what I was born with.
I knew a gorgeous redheaded boy. I married him.
I divorced him, years later, worse for wear, and convinced he was batshit insane. (Cause, yanno, he is.)
Fortunately, our son does not have red hair.
Cheers,
G
[QUOTE=Sofaspud]
I’ve only got one. But what a one she was… 
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Thanks to you, Lord of the Rings is no longer my favorite story.
Tell it again, SofaSpud, tell it again!
[QUOTE=Noone Special]
I don’t know about good or bad, but I suspect I qualify as the ugly
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I’m going to have to ask for a cite on this.
Not so much a story per se, but somewhere along the line, my social circle realized it was ‘sexy’ to be a redhead, and suddenly every female in it had dyed their hair. It became suddenly… Old. I mean, when they’re all red-heads, it just… I dunno… Doesn’t have the ‘magic’, y’know? Or am I alone in this?