It occurred to me yesterday that I am sort of a conservative, mild mannered person who rarely makes a splash in any of the worlds that I inhabit.
And so I told myself, “You know what? Enough is enough. I am tired of always blending into the background. I am tired of my mild-mannered-ness. I am going to show up at my son’s wedding with a splash of panache. I am going to go out and get myself some long and dramatic fingernails!”
And so I did.
What do you think? Just right? Too much? Should they be longer? (You know I always love to get my readers’ opinions!)
I don’t know; I sort of like them myself. I think they suit me pretty well. I think I’m going to keep them!
I am woman, here me ROAR!
While I was doing my dramatic nails, Sarah, Sheri and Meagan were doing the whole pedicure thing.
And when the whole thing was said and done, I did decide to have my nails cut just a tad. I mean really, how can one type Smithellaneous posts while sporting “scary nails?” (Of course, I was kidding about keeping them that long.)
Here’s what I ended up with—my very first acrylic nails ever. Sarah also got French tips, but hers were just painted on.
And here are Sarah, Meagan and me—the Nail Sisters.
After our stint at the nail salon, we took Nathan and Meagan out to eat. Since the restaurant was right across the parking lot from the hotel, we just walked on over. Or skipped, as the case may be.
In the midst of the skipping, I told Nathan and Meagan to stop for a moment so that I could take advantage of a strategically placed ray of sun. You can tell that Meagan is still skipping in her heart.
After dinner, the four of them tried to do that “funny walk” thingie, which created merriment for them and all the many people in the parking lot.
Then it was back to our room to practice our mother/groom dance. I am so not a dancer.
All I can do is giggle.
And treasure the memories.
(P.S. All of the ladies afflicted with food poisoning and/or the flu are back on their feet and doing well. Hooray!)