Painted Nails

Today the kidlet will go back to school, the hubs will go back to work, and I will start a new story.

And with a new story, one must have new fingernail polish, right?

Sometime over the holidays, my daughter had the polish on the floor of her play room. This is a 'normal' bottle of polish.

This is a bottle of polish after the almost three year old 'puppy' thought it was a chew toy for her.

See the difference?

 

Yeah, I'm just glad she didn't 1) manage to get the lid off, 2) break the glass, 3) swallow the darn thing, 4)spill polish everywhere!

 

Talk about a doofus dog, geez. And you might actually think Old English Sheepdogs might be smart, but you'd be wrong on so many levels!

 

Anyway, I painted my nails.

 

Poor little things have been a stubby mess since I went with the kidlet to get gel manicures right before her birthday. It might have had something to do with my peeling the gel OFF my nail instead of paying $5 to have it removed, or the cold weather which makes my nails brittle anyway. Whatever.

So I decided to use my pinkie's as an accessory statement . . . at least the newspaper said that nail polish was now considered an accessory like jewelry or whatever. So I painted my pinkie fingers green and blue, respectively.

 

Just because I could.

 

Believe it or not, my hands are actually considered small, though they look old, rough, and workworn . .  .and I have a busted middle finger on the bottom hand. Kiddies--this is why you ALWAYS drop your reins when you jump a fence and your horse doesn't! Actually, it was a water element (known as a liverpool), but still! The reins twisted around the end of my middle finger. I never had it x-rayed, but it was swollen and hurt like the devil for about six weeks and then developed a knot along the joint. I have full mobility, so I'm guessing it was a just a 'greenstick' fracture--a crack, but not a full break.

 

Anyway, back to doofus dog, despite her ability to fart constantly, chew and eat everything in sight. This next picture is why I love my doofus dog, Maggie . . . yes, we share a name, scary, huh? 

Later, Peeps!

 

Sorry about the picture placements, but Blogger in it's infinite wisdom has made it difficult to upload images from my computer. I have to switch to HTML, blah, blah, blah and then do a couple of handsprings to get it to work.