This hand injury situation has made me a bit of an invalid. It reminds me of when I clipped my parrot's wings the other day, after he flew 60 feet to the top of a tree in my front yard. After that incident I cut his wings and he was GROUNDED.
My wings have now been cut and I am oh so grounded too.
My husband has been taking care of me and he even has to dress me in the morning. Indeed, I am not only grounded, but also sitting in a hangar, waiting for my aircraft mechanic to help get me going in the morning. I need help dressing, opening things, and even cutting my food. Wait, did I injure my hands or am I in a nursing home?
I am starting to enjoy this slave service, I won't deny it. I am limited though, and my blogs are sitting dormant so I downloaded the Dragon app to my iPhone so hopefully I can get some work done.
My helpful assistant showed up this morning and asked, "Can I get you anything from the pharmacy?" I said, "Actually, yes, I am being pressed right now because of my injuries. Would you please pick up some "Press On" fingernails for me?"
He agreed and came back with 4 boxes of nails. As he showed me each one, I was taken back a few decades to those days when I would sneak and apply my mother's press on nails to my own, waiting for the day when I would be old enough to wear them full-time.
Well, I am more than old enough now, and you can add a few decades to that.
Even with the stitches, I was able to put these fantastic nails on my left hand, and the shade I am wearing below is Revlon #91051 - Vintage Velvet.
My assistant so knows my style. It is incredible since he is a hippie who basically helps me with the urban farm and the aquaponics. Still, he has managed to pick up on my style in the last six months of working with me. See how style speaks volumes about who you are?
People get to know your personality through your style. Here is the "Press On Nail" side of my personality.