Monday, July 13, 2009

You sure?

Had a manicure on Saturday. First one in years. It went okay except for two things--which, actually, when you think about it, is kind of a lot of things going not okay when all you're doing is sitting in a chair while someone else paints your nails pink.

First of all: the giant TV that was playing an infomercial for Plan Canada, which sponsors tired and hungry children around the world and is a very excellent thing and something that I personally support. That much said, it is still a horror to be paying the equivalent of two weeks' nourishment for a Ugandan family of five for the not-so-very-life-threatening service of cuticle removal--WHILE THE STARVING FAMILY GAZES WEAKLY AT YOU FROM A 50-INCH PLASMA SCREEN. I think I have been cured of manicures forever.

Second, half-way through the manicure, Queenie turns the light onto my face and says "You want me to take care of your brow too?" When I demurred, she looked at me incredulously. "You sure?" I was. Queenie again: "We do your brow, that lip and your chin. 20 dollars." THAT LIP? MY CHIN?

I went in looking for something pricessy and came out feeling like a selfish evil hairy troll--and, wait for it--a selfish evil hairy troll with "Your a Pisa Work" pink nails.


  1. At least your nails looked good for the x-ray technician.

    Sorry to hear about the hand. Add extra calcium and vitamin D3 to your diet while the bones heal.

    Will miss you.

  2. Will miss you back, sister monkey. Will be reading your blog faithfully.

  3. Maybe if I spend less time reading yours I can get some of my own writing projects done! I know a deadline can be stressful, but Lady, I am not motivated to finish anything without one!

    Speaking of which, how are you going to meet your own deadlines without typing?