(This midday post brought to you by wi-fi I “liberated” from the sushi bar near the office. Note to self: get take out sushi from generous sushi bar while Gene is out of town)
So. I am a creature of habit. I dislike change. You know what I do like? Yes! Sexy red toenails. Preferably my beloved OPI I’m Not Really a Waitress. I don’t know how long I’ve had this color, but I would say it’s been a continuous 3 or 4 years. Last weekend, I was long long looong overdue for a pedicure (eecch) and no place had available appointments except the fancy salon across from the house.
But – cue dramatic music – they don’t use OPI for some bogus “We only use organic products!” reason…um, hi, no one in nature has painted toenails, why get all tree huggy about it?
So, my options were either no pedicure or no Waitress. Ugh. I considered buying a pot of it to take with me and I think we all know I am not coordinated enough to do my own toes. I decided to vote to go without my beloved Waitress and I swear I feel naked, even though I did pick the closest color they had.
I hope my toes are ready for sandals at work tomorrow!
Let’s file this under “Problems only Elaine has”.