'War Stories'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Correct answer: we leaves the polish on. Naked toes are naughty.
Oh, my love, I *always* have polish on my toes. They got repolished right away. (You know, badly, because I do it myself, but still.) Nice bright red to chase the winter blahs away.
But my fingernails were actually painted back in the fall and early winter, too -- not too long, and all one length, a veritable miracle. I don't know why they hurt now, all naked. I should call House.
My nails always hurt when I remove nail polish.
I seldom paint my fingernails, but toes? All the time. I had mine naked for a couple of days, and it felt weird.
(Toes are black right now. It's a neutral.)
Backflung, Tep.
My nails always hurt when I remove nail polish.
maybe because the polish dries out your cuticles and nails? try moisturizing them after polish removal.
Black is a neutral but with only half a nail, it seemed the wrong message to give.
Oh, my love, I *always* have polish on my toes.As is right and proper.
I always have remnants of polish on my toes...does that count?
t looks ruefully at neglected toes
no polish on my toes. but I have Kiwis( the birds) on my socks, so I feel unnaked.
em loves that camara, doesn't she.
Yah I love that irish oatmeal but it's even better with a big slab of irish butter melting in the middle
actually - it is best with a dollop of irish whiskey ( ok in my family scotch) poured on it. My dad inroduced us to this a year or so ago. Now the non scotch drinking member of my family ( my baby sis) always has scotch on her irish oatmeal.
Yay vw!! Woot! And lots of ~ma for Katie Bee.
From way back, OMG Nora - I have a co-worker friend that hates the word moist.
Since she's a practical joker type and has a good sense of humor, I work very hard at incorporating moist into each and every conversation I have with her.
And if I stop by her desk for something only to find that she's gone for the day, I run back to my desk to call her, knowing full well that I'll get her voicemail, just so that I can leave her a message like, "Moist. Moistmoistmoist. Moooooiiiiiiisssssssst."
In my defense, all of this started *after* she dumped a whole bunch of glitter into my file drawer. A year later and I'm still finding bits of glitter.
Had to go back to check out the pics and I cannot believe how big Em is getting. I swear, it just doesn't seem like she should be growing up so dang quickly. Great looking kids and (one set of) parents, though.