i really like my jamberry nails. they're cute and fun and they give my natural nails a chance to grow out without breaking. so except for lee making me show them to EVERYONE in the surgery center, including the guy who pushed her down to the car, they're a winner . . .
tonight it was time to take them off. they were getting a little raggedy looking around the edges, probably because i have been scrubbing pots and pans and bathrooms to see how strong they really were.
so, there i am sitting at the kitchen table with a little bowl of olive oil, some q-tips, a cuticle pusher, a hair dryer, and a wad of paper towels and napkins. i decided against acetone since my nails are already brittle. the idea was to heat them a little with the hair dryer, pop the seal with my thumbnail or the cuticle pusher, soak in the olive oil and then peel them off.
i was on a roll until the hairdryer got away from me, splattered the olive oil out of the bowl, across the table, onto the mail, the salt and pepper grinder and anything else within a three foot radius. the q-tips meanwhile, flew across the kitchen and the already removed nails took off for zanzibar.
kidlet ran into the kitchen when she heard me howl. and then laughed. the audacity of that child. she just shook her head and removed herself from the danger zone. gah. i get no respect.
happiness is beef stew over noodles. how's that for a non sequitur?
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Only you, Jeanne. Only you!
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