Lest you all think I've turned my poor unsuspecting husband into a "girly mahn," it was almost his idea. He loves me to give him manicures - no polish - so when we saw the nail salon after dinner last night, I thought, hey why not? He was nervous about going by himself, so I generously volunteered to accompany him and get a manicure myself.
As I'm typing this, I catch glimpses of the lovely watermelon pink of my nails. I sort of like this. Reminds me of the days before I became exceedingly lazy about my appearance, and I painted my nails a different color every day. In high school, half the people signing my yearbook mentioned the nail polish. Oh, how I miss the mint blue polish that was my favorite then.
Still, I probably won't be back to the manicurist for a while. I can do this at home and get pretty much the same results. Darwin's manicure, on the other hand (see what I did there!), was miraculous! If he gets any work done this weekend, I bet he'll wear gloves.