Getting My Nails Diddd... or at least that was the plan.

So, shortly after my wedding I RiPpEd off my lovely fingernails and decided to be an upstanding wife who is helping to save money. The first month, not so bad. But oh how I am missing them now. I forgot how much dirt, and other lovely items, get so easily lodged under your real nails. I feel disgusting. And people ask to see my ring and I slowly hand them my hand in a fist and they look at me weird. Because that IS weird.

So midweek I decided, forget this.. im getting a nail appointment. I deserve it! And Blake's response was "Well if you get them you know what that means...." I was waiting for a response like "you're not helping our projector/home/lovesac/future life savings fund." Instead he said "You have to scratch my back." Easy enough I thought! But that my friends, was before the guilt set in.

Today I called and cancelled my appointment for tomorrow morning at 9:15. The appointment that I simply could not wait to go to. I just cant do it, I feel too guilty! Blake doesn't even cut his hair anymore in attempt to save money... or at least thats what i keep telling myself.

Back to the subject... the nails will have to wait. I had a great idea in mind, see below, but maybe this is a sign that there is more to my idea. More items to be added. Until then, don't be weirded out if I run into you, and when you attempt to shake my hand, I stretch forth my arthritic looking fist of fury.