It’s so muggy that it feels like it’s raining in my house. Everything is wet. And this means….
- I’m cranky.
- The kids are cranky because I’m cranky.
- My hair looks like I should be starring in Soul Train Revisited.
- Not a damn thing is going to get done around this house because it’s too unbearable to move.
- I can’t leave the house because of the hair thing. Unless of course I go somewhere where they don’t speak english.
Which is exactly what I did. I went to the nail salon to get my nails filled. If nothing else, it’s air conditioned. Well worth the $17 for one hour of nail services and no humidity.
Did you ever look at a bottle of nail polish and think to yourself how you are going to rock that color?
That’s what I thought when I grabbed a sparkly bottle of purple polish. I was drawn to the happiness of it all. Such an upbeat color.
But after the color dried, I immediately had nail polish remorse. I felt like I should be wearing black leather pants while belting out Joan Jett songs.
But for $17.00, it stays. For the next two weeks at least.
After getting my nails done, I came home hoping that everyone would be in a better mood and getting along. No one likes this humid weather and everyone’s nerves are frayed.
And it seemed like everyone was doing just fine, until I heard it. The noise…
My daughter has chosen the trumpet as her instrument of choice. Not the flute, not the violin, not the piano. The trumpet.
I have a 15 year old drummer, an 18 year old classic rock loving guitar player with multiple amps, and now I have a trumpet player.
And bad hair. Let’s not forget the purple nails.
Someone pass the wine.