I have great fingernails. The skin around them is always raggedy, so I'll never be a hand model, but I do have nice nails. They grow fast, they are well-proportioned, and they are strong. I used to always keep them short and practical. Now, Tom thinks they look nice, so I let them grow out - and I even occasionally paint them. Someone has to do a bit of girl around here. They grow longer until I get sick of them. Like when I start wondering if I could type with my knuckles. Then I chop them off and they start to grow again.
I was recently asked (by Ben) to accompany a trombone solo at a school concert. Of course. I am a pianist, even if I haven't played for a while. It's like riding a bicycle, isn't it?
And all I'm going to say is that my lovely, painted nails and a piano performance don't mix very well. I knew that. Sorry, Ben.
A little place where I record all the fun and odd and mundane goings-on of this wonderful life I share with my big family...
and then I take a nap.
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