Nice Hands
So... after talking with a few friends last night at kickball, they said I should really think about posting on the blog about all the funny stories that happen at our house or to all of us, honestly, we could post those on a daily basis sometimes! But it got me thinking- that since I don't journal, this would be a great way to keep track of those things before they slip my mind.
The one I will start with is about me... surprise, surprise right?
I went yesterday to finally get the fake nails taken off that I've been doing since the wedding. I loved them, I can't lie.. the clicking on the keyboard, the way they make my little smokie-like fingers look like long paino playing wonders. But, it was time to let them go. The little gal ripped them off, did a number of buffing and filing techniques and then told me... "go dunk in wax"
Hmmm.. now I have never had my hands "dunked" in the paraffin wax crock pot. So.. I walk back and dunk (3 times) into this hot pot.
Now, to back up, the nail salons in the middle of the days are filled with sharp looking women who are there with their gobs of jewelry and nice shoes and (well you get the point.)
Anyway... as I'm walking back from the wax- i notice that my hands look much like this:
Well without the scars... so what do I do... start walking all stiff like Frankenstein and make a growling ARRGGGGGGG... sound (again like Frankenstein) on my way back to my chair. YOU SHOULD have seen the looks I got... c'mon, seriously, I'm the only person who thinks this makes their hands look creepy?
Anyway, I loved it all after wards- super soft hands, nicer real nails, etc... but hahaha... whoa! Next time, I'll just smile and nod.
HAAA!
The one I will start with is about me... surprise, surprise right?
I went yesterday to finally get the fake nails taken off that I've been doing since the wedding. I loved them, I can't lie.. the clicking on the keyboard, the way they make my little smokie-like fingers look like long paino playing wonders. But, it was time to let them go. The little gal ripped them off, did a number of buffing and filing techniques and then told me... "go dunk in wax"
Hmmm.. now I have never had my hands "dunked" in the paraffin wax crock pot. So.. I walk back and dunk (3 times) into this hot pot.
Now, to back up, the nail salons in the middle of the days are filled with sharp looking women who are there with their gobs of jewelry and nice shoes and (well you get the point.)
Anyway... as I'm walking back from the wax- i notice that my hands look much like this:
Well without the scars... so what do I do... start walking all stiff like Frankenstein and make a growling ARRGGGGGGG... sound (again like Frankenstein) on my way back to my chair. YOU SHOULD have seen the looks I got... c'mon, seriously, I'm the only person who thinks this makes their hands look creepy?
Anyway, I loved it all after wards- super soft hands, nicer real nails, etc... but hahaha... whoa! Next time, I'll just smile and nod.
HAAA!
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