This would be my new nail kit. Â Now, I know it looks like a tackle box on the outside, Â This is to keep my female children at bay. Â The insides will be aversive to the boy kids, and so I have a mani-pedi kit all to myself. Â The four bottles in the long row are new, as are the ones in the packaging. Â Of course, I got rid of five bottles tonight as we will discuss in a bit.
This is my fresh manicure, taken on top of my journal pages, because I somehow managed to get my clock set incorrectly Sunday. Â The time read 6, but it was only 5 when I got myself and then the children up Monday. Â I actually had time to journal on a Monday morning. Â That was awesomesauce.
On Tuesday, I misplaced my give a damn. Â I went to school in opaque tights, a mini dress, and Mary Janes.
This is my palm tonight. Â Do you see the spots and dots? Â Apparently, I have athlete’s foot. Â but because I itch all*the*damn*time, I didn’t realize I had athlete’s foot until the skin started cracking and bleeding. Â In the meantime, I must have transferred it to my hands. Â Either that, or I am allergic to the stuff I am treating my foot with. Â Whatever. Â I am now treating both feet and both hands, and I threw out every bottle of nail polish I had used since January, including base and top coats. Â Nail polish is relatively cheap. Â Athlete’s foot is more than relatively aggravating, especially on your hands. Â I don’t want to risk giving it back to myself trying to save a buck or eight.
I decided not to show ya’ll the picture of the dime sized debrided blister on my foot. Â You can thank me later.