Got a mani today and the sweet (but obviously senile) manicurist asked me if I was a junior or a senior in high school. She was about to lecture me on my knuckle duster, for being a way-too-young bride. When I finally picked myself off the floor from laughing so hard (hello, 30th birthday around the bend) and brushed the nail clippings off my bum, I asked her if she was serious. She told me I have young skin and don't look a day over 18. I think I am in love with my manicurist.Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Still laughing...
Got a mani today and the sweet (but obviously senile) manicurist asked me if I was a junior or a senior in high school. She was about to lecture me on my knuckle duster, for being a way-too-young bride. When I finally picked myself off the floor from laughing so hard (hello, 30th birthday around the bend) and brushed the nail clippings off my bum, I asked her if she was serious. She told me I have young skin and don't look a day over 18. I think I am in love with my manicurist.
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If you're 18, my nuts smell like a fresh meadow on a warm Spring afternoon.
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