If the ears are a lot better, I'd say the antibiotic is doing its job, Teppy. I think it just take you a while to feel better, since you've been so sick for so long.
So, why aren't you better?
Ginger, it's in East Nashville, near the southern tip of Shelby Park.
My mother grew up on Forrest Avenue in the Lockeland Springs area, so that's close to her old neighborhood. My grandfather fished in Shelby Park, and during the Depression, someone said to him about his string of fish, "Some of those fish are pretty small." My grandfather replied, "When you have five children, no fish is too small."
I haven't tried Seche Vite because I was told it doesn't work as well with 3-free polishes, so I bought Poshe instead. I find Poshe kind of eh in terms of chipping, but maybe I'm just hard on my manicures.
Like Saturday I did my nails (Zoya Envy! so great!), then worked in the garden for over an hour and cooked enchiladas and washed up. D'oh! Manicure was toast by this am, so here I am with a new coat of Gemma (yum!). Seriously the wrong way to spend my free day, but oh well. I also got a bit of housework and semester planning done as well.
I'm at the beach in Maine. Well, not actually AT the beach right now, because it's been raining, but in the house by the beach. Three middle-school-age boys rode by on bikes, with tennis rackets over their shoulders, singing the Oompa-Loompa song.
I can use Seche over Zoya but I need to use their base or my mani is toast.
Nails and drugs seem to be my Buffista core competencies today.
I have yet to find any way to make a mani, including schmancy professional ones as well as my own half-assed efforts, last a full 24 hours without crinkling, peeling or chipping. Pedis are a lot better, but I've pretty much given up on manis as a source of anything but a really good, fragrant hand massage.
All the Zoyas look absolutely gorgeous, though.
Timelies all!
So...it's Monday. That's about it.
Bye, bye, Borders.
Damn.
Maybe a few indie bookstores could sprout up in their absence.
It occurred to me, as the tile guy left today, that there's several people still working on my house, who still have my garage code and key, and who know my husband is out of town.
I'm not actually worried, but after Zenkitty's experience, I'm a little twitchy.
