Three HOURS at the nail place, today. They do a great job, though. Part of the reason it takes so long is because we yak and giggle, and be girly. I've been going there for about six months, and the same two girls always work on me (sometimes Paul does, but mostly the girls) They're sisters, from Vietnam, they moved here with their family 11 years ago. They crack me up, we're all about the same age, and they have kids too. Sometimes it's very nice to be able to relate to people on that level. Being a young mother, and all. They do such a great job, I even let them pick my colors, sometimes. Today, they hooked me up with this color called
Drama Queen It's almost the same color as my hair.
I feel pretty good, now. Renewed, and all. Shiny polished too.
Ally, thank you for the halo advice, that's perfect. I'm heading to the craft store, later. The old ladies there are used to me...I'm the only one that buys little naked babydolls, and little wooden boxes to glue them into.
2 comments:
I love it when you mention me. I get all giddy and feel all special. <3
I like the color though, its so you. ;-)
See, I've been telling the mister that it's really ok to get a pedicure. Guys get them too, sometimes, and they feel sooooo good. And, hey, what's a little hot pink nail polish? It just confirms that you're masculine enough to handle being polished :D
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