I’d Rather Be Reading Than Having My Nails Done…

Last week, we were on vacation.

My husband on a whim decided to paint my nails.

I agreed–ignorantly.

I didn’t know how long it would take to have your nails painted. Well, I had finally had a chance to begin reading a book for myself (a rare occurrence) called City of Ashes by Cassandra Clare and I was itching to get back to it. The problem: I couldn’t move for almost half an hour. I would have drummed my fingers if possible…

I’m definitely not a girly-girl and while I don’t mind having my nails painted, it’s something that I don’t particularly care for and would rather be doing something else.

Nails Done!

My husband did an awesome job (note the cross on the thumb nail!) and now I am all painted. I returned to my book in due course and my husband discovered a hidden talent.

All’s well in the world again…