*Click Click Click* That’s the sound of my nails on the keyboard, on my coffee mug, on my phone, on my steering wheel… The point is, my nails go everywhere with me, and nice nails is one of my best accessories.
Well, most don’t. I like to ask people to guess when they ask me. Usually, I’ll get a response somewhere in the mid-twenties. Of course, that totally, utterly makes my day. Then I’ll tell them my age and I get the same reaction: no! You are how old? I’ve been blessed with excellent genes. If you saw my parents, they both look years below their actual age and neither of them worked very hard to achieve that (hey, they did grow up in the 60s and 70s, no judging). My mom always says we came from good stock (great work on comparing family to cows, mom…).