I don’t intend for this post to sound sexist, but it may end up coming across that way. I think fingernail polish is pretty much for the ladies. Men may care if we look well-groomed, but I don’t think they much care what color we pick—or if we even pick a color at all.
It’s fun to go to the nail salon and get my nails done. Frequently, we talk about the color choice we’re considering with the person beside us. Commonly, after I change the color, I’ll get compliments or at least comments on the new color.
My husband—who is generally quite observant—has commented before that he doesn’t notice when I get my nails done. I’ll go from clear polish for weeks and weeks and then decide to do something wild like bright blue or yellow. If he comments, it’s usually days later, if at all.
I was thinking it must be more a male thing than a female one because I’ve gotten many comments on the black and white nails I have right now from ladies. And then today, just when I had decided I had a sound theory, a gentleman at the pool said, “I like your colors.”
The Big Boy Update: I heard my son saying in a loud, robot-like voice the living room this morning, “WE ARE STILL WATCHING.” I started laughing from the next room. After a period of time watching something on one of the streaming services we have, the show pauses and a pop-up appears, asking if you’re still watching. Any button on the remote will continue the show. My son can’t read, but he knows what question is up on the screen nonetheless.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My children were having a disagreement in the car this morning. My daughter said from the back seat, “Mom, I do NOT like Greyson any more.” My son, not to be outdone followed-up with, “Mom, I’m going to throw Reese down the hill.”
Fitness Update: Due to schedules we had to run extra early this morning. We made six miles and I was back in bed having showered at six-thirty. My husband kindly let me sleep while he got the children breakfast.
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