Thursday, February 21, 2013

nail biter no more

It's been two months since I've nibbled on these babies. That sounds really gross, huh? I've always been a nail biter—got it from my papa. I'd do it out of boredom or whenever I was nervous. Either way, my nails have always been short. So short that if/when I'd paint them, they looked like the nails of a 5-year-old and the next day I had ended up basically eating all the polish (ew). A while back, I received a nail salon gift certificate and had been putting off using it. Once I finally went in, I was bombarded left & right with "why so short" comments. Well, nail lady, I haven't bit my nails since (take THAT). Something clicked one day and I told myself "never again!" Now I'm filing them all the time (they're growing like weeds) and there are so many polish colors to choose from (you should see my new collection). Someone, anyone, feel free to teach me how to paint my right hand. By far the hardest thing I've done all week!