Yesterday I painted both my finger nails and my toe nails. By tomorrow, my manicure will be chipped and horrid looking, while my pedicure will last at least 2 weeks.
Belly cries some mornings when he gets to school, because he doesn't want to stay there. But if I take him in the evenings for a parent meeting, or on the weekend for the science fair, he cries because he doesn't want to leave.
I got this great idea to write a book, wrote the first half at light speed, and now it just hanging out in my subconscious. It's a funny story and I'm enjoying reading it, I think I'm just waiting for someone else to finish writing it. Strange, especially since I'm the only one who knows how it ends.
Waterproof mascara smudges when I yawn, but I can't get it off at night without a chemical solvent and a chisel.
I stall for 5 minutes because I don't want to arrive early, then wind up 30 minutes late.