I am not a high maintenance girl. I'm very low maintenance, in fact I'm practically no maintenance. Which definitely has it's benefits. If push comes to shove I can get ready for work in under five minutes ( (and it often does since I only live 5 minutes from work). Also - this comes in handy because where I work my hands and nails get dirty. In case you guessed, yes I have a terribly glamorous job.
So, it's a little shock to me that I'm jealous of women with beautifully manicured nails.
While I was grocery shopping I decided to pick up a french manicure kit. It was only $5 and I figured it was better than buying another thing of Nutella (man, oh man I could write an entire blog on the chocolate hazelnut goodness).
On my next day off I vegged out in front of Food Network and decided to paint my nails. Then something happened that I can't quite explain. There is no logical reason that shiny nails with white tips and sheer, pink polish should make me feel glamorous. Girly. Pretty. But they DO. I can't quit looking at them. I'm sure my coworkers are sick of me admiring my nails. I work with mostly men, for chrissakes, I get to feel pretty!
Who knows maybe this will inspire me to start doing my hair and wearing make-up.
Ha, made myself laugh there for a minute.
I can think of a bajillion better things to do with that time.
Like sleeping, for instance.
But I'm totally keeping the nails.
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