Today, while spending the afternoon with a childhood friend who was in town doing research, I got a manicure.
This is only the third time in my life this has happened; the second time was in Beverly Hills, while everybody in Manhattan was dealing with the blackout. I cannot for the life of me remember the first time (a statement I wish I could make about any number of activities in which I habitually engage).
The problem with today’s manicure is that my friend and I were so wrapped up in discussing the porn scandal that rocked my high school last year that I accidentally told the manicurist to put clear nail polish on my nails.
Now I have nails with which I could land an airplane.
How do I fix this?
They sell this stuff, maybe you’ve heard of it? It’s called “nail polish remover.” It costs like a dollar at the drug store.
I, for one, am much more interested in the porn scandal!!
Nail polish remover is a good bet… but clear nail polish is considered quite sexy in some circles!
I think you should pour pure acetone down the manicurist’s gullet for not having the intelligence to draw your attention to the uber-shininess of the nails.
On the other hand it’s not that bad.
Take those dazzling fingertips to your keyboard follow this link — and buy a copy for each and every one of those high school students before it is too late!
yes yes porn scandal!!!!!