There's something fishy with the girls at All About Nails. Suddenly, it is as if they not only KNOW they will be blog material if they speak a single word...they seem to RELISH the idea. Is it any wonder these Saturdays have become so special?
Today I had to get my hair cut. It took ten minutes to style the other day. If it takes longer than six, it needs cut. My car needs tires and front brakes. My eyebrows need trimmed. I need an oil change. So, I had to forgo the nail art and settle for plain white opal nails. I felt naked.
I was lamenting the lack of art, complaining to Cindy that I felt deprived. She did not tell me to shut up. She rolled her eyes in a "heaven, help us" look. Joanie didn't have much to say. She was obviously sympathizing. I'll have to hand over my gas card palm up, I cried. Oh, for pity's sake, I heard.
Some minutes later, the girls asked how much the art would cost. Sue perked up as she told them. Grace immediately headed for the colors she knows I like best, even remembering the silver sparklies. The girls dug into their wallets.
It is the only way to get you to stop whining, they said. It takes so little to make her happy, they said. I hugged them. Eyes rolled. But I'll tell you this--there was no resentment, no anger, no nothing but happy smiles, especially mine. Thanks, girls. You made my day.
Haircut, 20.00
Four tires, 600.00
Brakes, 200.00
Oil change, 40.00
Friends like these, PRICELESS.
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