I trimmed and painted my nails today. Okay, so I’m prissy. Sometimes. Anyway, I was just observing (as happens every time I have to cut my nails) how hard it is to function with what my father calls talons. Or claws. Really, our bathroom closet doesn’t have a handle anymore, so I had to stoop all the way down to pull on the bottom rather than slipping my nail in the crack and pulling. Typing is a bit easier, but it is hard to scratch when my arm itches. Doing my hair is a bit harder too because it is harder to separate the strands. I would much rather have long nails. And mine are pretty strong, so they stay long for a while. But then working in food service with long nails is a fairly bad idea. It is much more sanitary to work with short nails. So I must make do with painting them so they look longer. 
Like I said, my blog can be pointless.
Like I said, my blog can be pointless.
