Maybe she's born with it...

Charlie sent this to me (and I'd forgotten about it) with the email subject line "Maybe it's Maybelline!" Hilarious. We'd stopped off at Walgreens before the wedding we went to on Saturday to get memory cards for our cameras and I posed in front of the cosmetic display on the way out. Because I'd had some Xanax (at least the equivalent of a martini or two). And we're hilarious. Charlie kept calling me "trannie" and "hot mess" and "fierce" interchangeably. I did have enough makeup on to qualify for drag queen status.


p.s. It is not Maybelline. I am born with it.

Today's frivolity...

My new manicure in OPI "Prince George's Passion" almost makes up for "Aphrodite's Pink Nightmare." Try not to fall in love with this color, as it has been discontinued by OPI. You might be able to find it in a salon, but not for long.

God I love getting my nails done. I wish I had my own personal manicurist around the clock because sometimes I want to have a manicure at 10pm or on a Sunday when the salons are closed. But I also want a personal assistant and a personal chef, and I think those should take priority. Unless I could find an assistant-slash-chef-slash-manicurist in the same person. Hmmm....

The finger, in perspective...

This is my finger. It represents the following things:

a) OPI's "Aphrodite's Pink Nightie" nail polish.

b) my frustration with polish that looks vastly different in the bottle than it does on my nails.

c) my recent preoccupation with frivolous things like nail polish and shoes, which is a survival mechanism resulting from the More Important Things I'd rather not be thinking about right now.

It should be called "Aphrodite's Pink Nightmare" and I wish I'd followed my instincts and taken it off this morning before I came to work because it makes me feel frumpy every time I look at my hands. This is a side of me that I do not like. I don't want to care about my appearance, but I do. I'd rather use the part of my brain that likes a good manicure to concentrate on things like politics, current events, literature, and work. Instead, I am irritated that I have ugly pink nails. I have male friends who obsess about hair products, clothing, and shoes more than I do, so I know it's not a girl thing. I think it is an obsessive-compulsive thing (like not being able to wear the color brown). Regardless, there it is, in all its frosty-pink ugliness.

On whose nails would this color look good? Britney Spears, maybe. That old tan lady from "There's Something About Mary" would love it. I used to work with a woman who wore suits this color. She would love it.