I love this nail polish, Orly, Alabaster Verve, which says absolutely nothing. I would name it Raspberry Sherbert, kind of frosty but more shimmery.
Tell me you care.
My daughter brought me some polish by butter of London, a more natural solution in the world of nail art. I love it. Foundation plus color plus protective clear coat and voila, nails grow long enough to make them worth coloring.
Do you care yet?
When you’re my age, trim means a lot more than it used to before the chin line got wavy and the waistline wandered.
Other than nails, the important stuff, I have to fix my cell phone. (Nails to cell phones? Slow day) For the longest time, I’ve been accusing callers of breaking up and having a poor signal and you sound like you’re in a well or a fish tank, you’re cutting out, you’re gargling. It finally dawned on me that not all of them could have poor signals, but my phone could be receiving badly.
I was told by the guys at the Radio Shack next door to my company where I signed up for my Sprint phone a year ago that the only place to repair it under my repair contract is about 25 miles west. “But I got it here.” (we’re sorry) “Did you buy the Radio Shack repair contract?” No. “Well, then….”(we’re sorry)….
New management. I don’t like them.
Yesterday I yahooed Sprint stores. Wow, there’s a Sprint store at the mall by me off 640. I called the number, they had the ear piece for my phone, all I had to do was walk in and they could get the job done in 90 min. So off to Knoxville Center. “Honey, can you meet me at the mall? I can drop my phone off, we can eat Chinese food at the food court while they repair it.”
It’s a kiosk. (we’re sorry) The store closed in January. The only Sprint repair is at the one out near West Town mall, now 30 miles the other way. “I swear I talked to a human this morning at a phone number assigned to this location and he said….!”
I’ll take the chicken and the noodles. Iced tea, un-sweet.” To those north of the Mason/Dixon line, you have to specify un-sweet or you get two minute type 2 diabetes.
I really love this nail color.
Montezuma has nothing on Chinese Revenge. I suspect the leftover gunpowder not used in the fireworks from 14 road side tents made its way into the alleged chicken at the food court in East Knoxville. Just call me Shots. After the “dust” settled, I called Nancy.
“Just wanted to confirm you guys are coming over Saturday.”
“And I have to run an errand…”
“And I want to see if that pendant is still at the….”
“And I need to go to the party store for some wedding shower stuff.”
She’s a hard sell.
“I’ll pick you up Saturday morning sometime after 10. Or so.” That means I have to tidy up before Saturday. Cleaning off the dining room table is the pits. I suppose I could do the one armed sweep if I can find a box the right size.
Tomorrow is Thursday, my late day. We’ve been reduced to 39 hours when there’s not extra work that warrants OT. It’s early in the month and the work load is light. I get to sleep in an extra hour this week although I may make the best of the extra time and see what I can find for my daughter-in-law’s birthday Friday!! She won’t get it on time again this year but isn’t it best when your birthday is stretched out? (no)
In other words, I have a June/July birthday block. I was always caught short on my father-in-law, my brother-in-law, my sister-in-law — do I see an in-law pattern here? Once you identify a pattern, you can break it, right? I promise I’ll be more efficient next year.
Saturday I will go west to fix my phone, check out a necklace pendant I mentioned for a birthday present, pick up party stuff and — oh, lunch! We have to do lunch! And…oh! yarn! And rhinestones at JoAnn Fabrics … !
Y’know, sometimes I shouldn’t be let out of the house.