A injury, as it were.
From the cold. From
carrying my computer. In the freezing cold of Tulsa, Oklahoma.
I hit the handle, mistakenly.
And chipped my shellacked nail.
Dang it. Woe is me.
The Christmas Party is Thursday night.
Hopefully I can get in for a repair before then.
The cold handle plus the super cold temperature in addition to my clumsiness
knocked quite a chunk from my fingernail.
This photo is after I filed it.
WahWahWah. Girl
whine.
Okay, whine over!
Gotta get back to work! Y'all have a great day!
Okay, whine over!
Gotta get back to work! Y'all have a great day!
I gave up on good looking nails a few years ago. Once in a while I get real fancy though and put some clear polish on them. LOL
ReplyDeleteOMG, the inhumanity of it all... But on the bright side, those jagged edges will work great when you pick your nose. Win after all.
ReplyDeleteYou should have checked with a few of your Canadian friends. We could have helped you avoid the problem, entirely.
ReplyDeleteBlessings and Bear hugs, anyhow.
I can so totally relate to that. Christmas season, a party, new nail do, and it's broken. I had nails applied for 3 1/2 years. They looked fabulous. Men, women, and children loved them and the OPI polish, just one color. Babies wanted to bite my nails. Then, I had to take algebra and knew I could not handle stress and nail care. You must get a fill!
ReplyDeleteI have no idea what any of that means. I do very often, thank God that I'm a guy.
ReplyDeleteNow I'm off to scratch where it itches.
I knew you were my twin sister from another mother.... The Klutz Sisters.
ReplyDelete;-)