So they have created this new nail polish that seem to actually try to repel itself away from your nails. As you paint it on it is already working its magic. It starts with a dent and then subliminally implants the idea that you need to clean your fridge. You need to do it NOW!
Day 2 of my new 31 days... I am already finding that cleaning and taking care of myself somehow seem to not be a great mix. Maybe I need an extra cup of coffee today.
I will have to rise up and try again. There is a hockey game on tonight. I plan to do my nails while I keep him company. There is no better way to attract your husband's attention than the stench of nail polish remover wafting gently by.
In watching and reading several classic stories of POW's during war time, I was always fascinated by the one who maintains a stiff, cleanly shaved upper lip. The one who breaks the ice off the bucket to shave their face with the side of their spoon using the reflection from the nail of their bed. The one who somehow manages to have their shirt magically ironed. They are the ones who feel their very survival depends on maintaining control of at least their appearance. I can tell you now, in those sort of circumstances I would definitely stop ironing!
In similar sorts of circumstances and under the same sort of lack of standards I have fallen upon desperate times. I have given in to not caring... I am the one the group would have rallied around who gave up breathing simply because they gave up hope. Fear not! Under inspiring ideals, with beautiful words of hope, I have renewed my strength and have begun again using capital letters! Notice please that I capitalized every word of the heading! I have also indented and created separate paragraphs for each separate idea. Structure is nice.
Now to read what my job is for today in hopes that I can somehow squish it in before bed.
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