negl-sherl

This weekend, before I came down with the stomach bug that all the kids at the hospital were enjoying (blah), I got a manicure and pedicure, French. I don't like saying mani-pedi, but I just did, so whatever. The lady nipped me with the cuticle cutter three times! I know I should do like my mama always says and bring my own, but I get 2 manicures a year, so, well. Now I'm convinced I have Hep C, though my nurse friend assures me I'll be fine. My coworkers say I should have insisted on not paying, but I just can't bring myself to do things like that. Am I a pushover? Perhaps. But my nails do look real purdy.
(Not my actual nails)