I have always had short nails. I sometimes try to grow them out but all it takes is one nail biter of a movie and mine are literally ripped as low as they can get... ALL OF THEM!!! Well about three weeks ago I was tired of having short stubby nails so I figured, what the heck, i will treat myself to tips so my own nails can grow out underneath and I can, (for once), have neatly groomed finger nails and not hide them in a fist every time I am sitting next to someone.
Let me start by saying I have NEVER had tips put on in my life, so I had no idea what I was getting myself in to. So off I went to the nail salon with DeAnna... a perfect mommy daughter date... pedicures and manicures... what a fun, relaxing morning! I told them to make the tips short since I play the piano, but even as short as they were, I left the salon literally feeling like Wolverine. Here I was with these big, indestructible prongs sticking out of my fingers. I even had trouble getting my bank card out of my wallet to pay for the dang things.
In fact, I have had to get help doing a variety of things that I usually have no problem with. I wasn't able to rip the top off the bag of shredded cheese or open other packages of food to cook with... and don't even talk to me about cans with flip tops! If something flat fell on the floor it had to stay there because no matter how hard I tried i could not pick it up. The piano was frustrating... but Sunday was a nightmare trying to play the organ and I had an even harder time typing at work. Usually I can type about 80-90 words a minute but I doubt I got above 65 and I kept hitting the wrong keys!!! Trying to load and unload the dishwasher was painful to say the least. I have nearly cussed about 20 times when I catch one on something and it threatens to pull my finger off. And I have sliced my own body several times just trying to bathe.
I am telling you I do not know how women function with these things on their hands!!! How does the housework get done? How are their little children not scarred from head to toe. At one point I even tried to get them off myself. THEY DON'T COME OFF!!!
Well, at the advice of friends I am giving it a little time to see if I can get used to them, but I am not hopeful... I don't think I am the glamorous lady type. I am a short, stubby finger nailed, put your shoulder to the wheel type of woman. So unless by some miracle I can learn to function with these things on, I will probably be back to holding my hands in fists when sitting next to you glamor gals. Just please don't judge me! ;)