Pretty fingernails club
I celebrated Martin Luther King day by working a paltry ten hours and getting my nails done. I'm on a "pamper myself" kick lately, so I try to set aside an hour every week to do a girly thing. My nails are usually broken and jagged and I make a pact with myself to keep them manicured on a semi-annual basis and then I don't see the inside of a salon again for six months. For years I've been trying to decide if I admire women who always keep their nails looking fab or if I hate them for having easy, uncomplicated lives that can allow for frequent salon visits. It's probably just a question of priorities.
The work thing is on an important cusp right now that could teeter into a world that is awesome, so I'm trying to keep the optimism all up ons. While I wait for the outcome, I'm sitting in my new office chair that heats and gives me shiatsu. Yeah, that's right.
I've also been sleeping better lately. Phillip even said that I'm looking less like a refugee from a sleep deprivation experiment. The dogs fully support me in this effort by being furry and lazy.
The work thing is on an important cusp right now that could teeter into a world that is awesome, so I'm trying to keep the optimism all up ons. While I wait for the outcome, I'm sitting in my new office chair that heats and gives me shiatsu. Yeah, that's right.
I've also been sleeping better lately. Phillip even said that I'm looking less like a refugee from a sleep deprivation experiment. The dogs fully support me in this effort by being furry and lazy.