Nail Polish or Nail Punching?

I have this awful habit of wanting to paint my nails in the most inconvenient and inopportune times, when I’m doing laundry or fixing dinner… or both.


Even though I have a very intelligent dog, who knocks the door if he wants to go out, asks for his treat when he’s done playing and follows you around when he wants to take a walk, it doesn’t matter how much I’ve tried, Buono hasn’t achieved the ability to use nail polish remover on my nails… I think the matter gets too complicated for him when the cotton needs to be soaked instead of eaten, as he always prefers to do.

Other thing that plays against me (besides my lack of patience for a proper dry) is the fact that I rebel in my color choice. My husband always wants me to use the light pink, white, creamy color… and my picking is always into the reds, purples, blues, and browns... the more exciting colors.

So my last (and only) resource ends being my husband, who with his huge patience, sits me on the toilet seat, grabs the cotton, soaks it into the remover and tries to fix my nails.

Since men don’t understand the science involved into the process of polish removing, and the acute potency of the liquid, force is their only explanation, so they think that by pushing and sliding the cotton hard onto your nails, the polish would be removed sooner… rather than later, and all this for the sake of me don’t forgetting that it’s my husband who’s doing this girly task.

I imagine while he’s crushing my finger and trying to remove the dark purple polish, he’s thinking: “why did I agree to do this?”… At the same time, the polish tarnishes his fingers, so he has to resource to compulsively wash his hands to remove the purplish color.

So there I was, sitting on the toilet, wringing under his strength, trying not to show him that my poor little nail only wanted a nice finished polish, not a badly beaten one.

I’m probably ending with a purple spot on my fingernail; I might even decide to wear it “nude”, because the bruise would match my dark purple polish any way.

I’m definitely training my dog harder for this task, at least he seems to enjoy the process of eating the cotton and jumping around me, without any harm coming to my poor little nails.

Prepping for a job interview… more difficult than the interview itself

I don’t have an established routine to drive me through the day… this is a permanent fact for us, unemployed people, so I try to cope with “unscheduled” on a daily basis.
Most of the time I don’t even know what day is or if it’s already lunch-hour or time to prepare for dinner or if my husband is almost arriving or not even close to.
So in the particular day when you have an appointment for a job interview, I start to prepare two days prior to the big event.
First I cleared my agenda (housekeeping and “housewifeing” are tasks for another day) and made arrangements to do my nails.
As I arrived to my usual salon, I couldn’t decide in what color to wear.
Is it light-pink too plain? As a marketing professional, do I need to stand out with a red color… a burgundy? Tough decision when you’ve to decide on a nail polish, it’s a choice that will live with you for the remaining seven-days of the week and it has to combine with your clothes during that period.
I opted for the red one, because I’m blond, and because we can… blonds I mean…red is our most engaging color (excuse the immodesty… someone has to brag for me)
After the salon, I came home and moved my whole closet to the bed… not that I have a lot of “working professional clothes”, but when you don’t use them that often, you kind of forget them and don’t remember what you have… so, to enlighten my head I tried a handful of combinations, choose the most promising ones, and then I exhausted four hours putting everything back in place.
When my husband came home, he found me doing a modeling show in front our tiny bathroom mirror (we’re definitely investing on a head-to-toe mirror soon) and trying different make-ups and styles.
He helped me in the final stages of the decision-making-process (talking sophisticated helps with my interviews) and I went to sleep with a knot in my stomach and a small prayer tucked under my pillow.
Safe to know that everything went splendid! Hope this is the one!
I will not change the name of the blog, but I’m really hoping that this would be my year!!
Married and soon to be employed greets you from NYC!