Today, I had my solar nails removed. I had them put on in March while in Lubbock for the Regional UIL competition. I thought that since I had a Vanna White like role in "Love, Loss and What I Wore" that I needed those nails to make my stubby little fingers look more presentable. I still think that was a good decision. Then, I decided about three weeks later to have them redone because Joey and I were going on a cruise. Then, I decided about three weeks later to have them done again because I like them. But I don't really like them. They make it hard to do everything. As I sit here typing on my laptop with my stubby little fingers, I am so much happier. Anyway, I took a poll on FB to see if I should soak them off myself, which I usually do and it takes hours and dries out my fingers, or if I should have them removed at the salon. The votes were about 20 to 2 to have them done at the salon. I have smart FB friends. It only took about 10-15 minutes and no acetone was involved. So my fingers look much better than they usually do after my self-removal process. However, I actually thought I was going to pass out at one point. My weak constitution makes me wonder how I have lasted this long on this earth. Lee clipped each nail to crack it and then proceeded to chip off bits of solar nail with said bits flying in random directions across the salon. I was afraid one was going to hit another client. Then, he took a very large nail tip that is used for acrylic nails and slid it between my nail and my solar nail and pried the remaining bits of solar nail off. It was uncomfortable but I can't really say it hurt but yeah, I had to close my eyes to keep from ending up on the floor. Seriously, how did I manage to have two kids?
Paisley is settling in quite nicely into our home. I really am starting to hope that my friend is not going to want her back. We all really love her and despite me telling everyone not to get attached, we have. Mopsy especially really loves that little dog. Although, every day between about 2:30 and 3:30 I have to put Mopsy and Paisley in their kennels for about a 30 minute nap because Paisley starts getting grumpy and Mopsy starts growling back. It's like having two toddlers in the house. Well, except that most people don't put their toddlers in cages for nap time. Although I guess a baby bed is a type of cage, but I digress. Anyway, the sweet little baby has been treated for fleas, heartworm, diarrhea, ear infection, is up-to-date on all her shots and has city tags. (Although, those tags are about the size of Paisley's head so I am not sure she will be wearing them.) I took Paisley to PetSmart on Sunday and had her groomed and she is pretty darn cute.
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Question. I know, because I have special Mommy skills, that Bibianna isn't telling me most of what she is doing when she is "hanging out" with friends. I don't think that she is doing anything wrong, or bad but it hurts that she doesn't tell me what she is doing. If I mention my intuition suggests that she isn't being honest with me, then I am accused of not trusting her, which is not true. So, my question is: Do I really want to know what she is doing?
And because almost no conversations with my parents is void of weather topics, I always feel the need to comment. We had some great rain last night. This morning the cover to the fire pit and the little side table were both in the pool. Cool. I hope we get some more rain tonight.
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