A Birthday Wish

To go back in time.

Yesterday, A friend got me a gift certificate to a nail salon for a birthday present. We went and I was going to just get a regular French manicure, but she convinced me (and by convinced I mean that I thought acrylic nails looked sweet and decided to do it) to get acrylics. I've never had fake nails other than the press on ones you get for $6 at Target, and let me tell you, You; you do not want to stray away from Sally Hanson, she is a good woman. I sat down and an Asian woman who spoke little English immediately decided that she hated me, and all my little fingers. She kept pulling them, flinging them, and ultimately testing their flexibility in too many ways. She took out an electric nail file and instead of shaping my nails, she went to town right on top of my nail, making it rough so that the gel would stick better. Now they ache and its hard to type, write, eat, and function in general. Okay fine, they look amazing, but so entirely not worth it. Happy Birthday nails, my you rest in peace upon my phalanges.