Okay! I confess! I admit it!
I am half Frou Frou.
*sigh* Now you know.
All my nails have been breaking, and while I try to be nonchalant about it on the outside, on the inside I’m screaming, “Don’t look at me! I’m a freak!” I like my nails like I like my hair: Really. Long. And when they’re short and unpolished I feel naked. Of course, I don’t like to polish them when they’re short because then people notice how short they are. Yes, I know. I am totally aware of how much I seem to contradict myself.
I adore girly things like pink, and ruffles, and lace. And one could make a case that I still play with dolls too, because really, aren’t The Sims just the e-version of Barbies? I suppose part of me panders to my 8 year old self. I’m okay with it. Besides, it’s not like I make my husband sleep in a canopy bed!
Do they make canopy bed coffins? If they do, I want one. That may be my only chance to ever have a canopy bed, lol.
Silliness aside, I figured out just why all my nails broke, practically down to the quick, all in the same 1-2 week period. Knowing that nails grow at a rate of 1/8 – 1/10 of an inch per month, I counted back to about mid-late August. (The length of the pink part of my nails) So what happened in mid-late August? Oh yes, the Salmonella episode. Those 10 days when I was sick as a dog and was rather hoping I would die, and could barely keep anything down. And apparently it was the gift that keeps on giving if my nails are any indication. I certainly never expected that particular result, that’s for sure.
Now that they’ve all broken off, I guess I can look forward to them all growing back in healthy again, and I can get back to my regularly scheduled crazy paint jobs.
So that’s my Public Service Announcement – don’t eat anything unless you know the one who prepared your food washed their hands first. With soap.
And that was my Hausfrau side talking.