Anyone that knows me knows that I chew my fingernails. Even if I didn’t, I couldn’t grow a crop. For 4 years, I didn’t chew my fingernails. Never did they grow beyond the end of my finger. They are just so thin they fold over at the ends and peel off. I gave up. This past week, maybe spurred by the thought that I might be going on a job interview in the near future, I decided to go to a manicurist for the 1st time. I’ve never been to get my nails done. Never gone to get my toenails done. Which shouldn’t be a surprise since I have cut and dyed my own hair for the past 18 years.
I had no idea what went into putting fake fingernails on your hands. Dremel tools, sanding blocks, weird powder and liquids. After all of that, I feel like I am handicapped. Can’t tap in numbers like I used to not be able to on my second broken Glyde touchscreen phone, can’t open a can of beer. Can’t type a blog message without retyping every third letter. But I kind of feel like a girl.
