Last Saturday, I sorta had the house to myself. And I did what anyone in my situation would do. I transformed. First time I've done the Full Leslie at home since January of '08. Sad, huh? Well, the intervening months were sad, but Saturday was not.
Okay, not a huge deal, I guess, to anyone who's not me. What excited me about this was painting my toenails. I haven't played with nail polish in at least 15 years. I love the color, the shine, the smell of brain cells dying. Mmmm, lacquer... I did this in preparation for next Saturday's support meeting.
The missus returned with the progeny Sunday afternoon. I'm sure she was wondering why I was wearing shoes all day. Not at all like me. I successfully hid my toes from her for two days, but that game was getting old. Tuesday, I just decided to be my usual barefooot self and see what happened. I spent roughly twenty minutes with her before she noticed. (I guess she doesn't pay attention to feet the way I do!)
"Your toenails are painted..." "Yep." "How are you planning on hiding that from the kids?"
We went on with other topics, as before. No more mention, though I still expect more discussion. I could see the wheels turning.
This has been great for me. This gives me something visual to hang my brain on, distracting me from the infernal, eternal leg hair. My technique won't get me a job in a nail salon any time soon, but the results are good enough to more than satisfy this part-time girl.
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Glad you had fun Leslie! Here's a confession. I've never figured out how to apply nail polish. How stupid is that?
ReplyDeleteI'm glad she didn't turn it into a fight. And I hope you two are mostly doing well. :)
I know exactly what you mean Leslie. I love the feeling I get every time I repaint my toes. I used to do it just for those times I was going out. Now I keep them painted all the time, and I love it. I had an accident at work a year and a half ago. I was lying in the hospital bed minding my own business when the nurse said she needed to look at my feet. I don't know why. I had been wearing socks because my toes were painted. I just told her "don't laugh at my toenails." She seemed a little surprised at first but then said, "this one needs to be touched up."...lol.
ReplyDeleteI cant help but wonder if your wife is really that concerned about the kids seeing your toes painted. I mean it's not rocket science to put on a pair of socks or some slippers...that's what I do when someone comes over and I'm sitting around with my toes painted. I think you should keep them painted all the time...keep your socks on around the house, and just enjoy the heck out of having them painted. My wife has come to accept it as just another part of who I am...like when I wear my nitie to bed every night. What are your kids going to say when you get your ears pierced? They'll probably just want to get theirs done too...lol. Good luck girl...breathe deep...savor the smell of rotting brain cells...you deserve it. :)Suzi
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ReplyDeleteYou have a real observant one there, when I first painted my toes FIRE RED it was only six weeks before it was noticed! It is the little things which give a lift to life, painted toes is top of the list. Just away to do fingers for tomorrow night, Chanel black satin. I grumble about the cost of house paint but no price is too much for my nails.
Love the smell too, Leslie!
ReplyDeleteHow about the two of you love-birds going to a spa together, side-by-side, getting pedicures? Wishful thinking, eh?
I personally keep my toes painted pretty much all of the time. I really really like it. As well, just about everyone who knows me knows I paint them.
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