You know what is fun about moving? Nothing.
But I thought I should have some cute nails while starting the process this weekend, as polish seems to keep nails a bit stronger (and god forbid I lose one in this seemingly never-ending relocation process) and here’s how the polish endured…
Chip resistant? False advertising!
By the end of day one, I looked like I was trying to eek a manicure out for two weeks …
I was embarrassed to sign important apartment papers with these piss poorly painted talons. The horror!
By Sunday evening, I was sporting a look only a trailer trash loving honey would love…
Nails at the end of day two…
Apparently I am destined to be move of a “pointer” for moving purposes – such as, “that goes in the kitchen” with my finger extended in the direction of my culinary center. I mean, my nails are jewels, not tools after all.
CBXB
Cowboys and Crossbones 