its a red nail polish kind of day. i think i'm going to take myself out to get some.
along with baby wipes and eggs.
i'm forgetting something.
i don't know why i bother with nail polish. and i will think that exact thought a week from now, when it's chipped almost completely off and looks ridiculous. i will wonder why i went to the store and spent the money for it. on purpose. knowing full well it wasn't going to end well.
but its Christmas and my mommy hands need a little...sump'm sump'm. however you spell that.
whew, that's a relief. glad i remembered
one more day without that and i'll be scraping the dishes clean with my fingernails.
that might be why, a week from now, the nail polish will have been a mistake.
because, even if i do remember the dish detergent, i will find some other way to mess them up.
hands were made to be used, not displayed.
so i'll paint my nails and they'll be lovely for a moment.
then i'll use my hands and they'll be lovely to someone else.
i guess that's a fair trade after all.