Saturday, October 04, 2008
Last night was girl rebeautification night at our house.
After the boys went to bed, Elizabeth and I decided to paint our toenails and fingernails.
I chose navy blue toenail polish and pale pink fingernails. Elizabeth, ever the fashionista, chose a robin's egg blue for her toes and straight out of the '80s HOT pink for her fingers.
I saw that shade in Seventeen magazine back in 1987 aka the heyday of fluorescence.
As I'm trimming her raggedy fingernails (and she's throwing a first class hissy fit) her dad, no doubt attracted by the smell of acetone, popped his head in the doorway.
Ever the actress, Elizabeth kicked her fit up a notch.
"Owwww, ow, ow, ow! It huuuuurts!" she sobbed.
I shot her dad a look. The look said, "Draaaama!"
"Well...sometimes it hurts your lady parts to look good."
"Lady parts?!?" I said, laughing. "Fingernails are lady parts??"
"No. You know what I mean!" he said and hastily retreated.
"That's going in the blog!!!" I hollered after him.