We were all downstairs
rotting our brains watching fascinating documentaries when Mimi suddenly grabbed one of my hands and told me she was going to give me a manicure. I looked at the bottle of fire-engine red nail polish in her hand and grabbed my hand right back. There was a time in my life when I would be fine with such a bold color, but I think I’m a little beyond that now.
Mimi argued that I’m always asking her to give me a manicure and that anything would look better than the way my hands looked anyways. I looked at my poor abused fingers and decided that she was right, anything would help. I agreed to let her do her magic with my nails…as long as it didn’t include fire-engine red. I watched as she selected a pretty pink from her vast collection and then let her get to work.
I was engrossed in the intellectually stimulating show about….um…um…underwater basketweaving and wasn’t really paying attention to what was going on with my nails. Apparently I should’ve been.
Aren’t they lovely? And look, not a drop of fire-engine red!