Day 119- Nail Art

Howdy!

Is this picture not the cutest thing ever? 

Memory #119

             The next part of the fingernail saga...so my finger wasn't exactly broken but my finger turned purple. It was real gnarly looking. I had to keep my hand in a splint thing but it kept my finger on display. Most people would have been appalled by their finger's grossness but I thought it was the coolest thing ever. I remember I would show it to people all of the time and my mom got sooooooo embarrassed. I don't blame her. I'm still pretty embarrassing to be around. Anyways so there wasn't much anyone could do about my finger looking gross until the finger healed. Which happened in good time...but before it did my fingernail fell off. The whole thing. So like most normal people I threw away the nail and went on with my life and let my nail grow back, right? Wrong. My mother would have loved that, unfortunately she ended up with a super special child. 

  

          This girl came up with an even grosser way to embarrass her poor mother. Which was to obviously preserve the disgusting nail that had fallen off my finger in a plastic baggy and show it to everyone as if it was my most valuable and prized possession. My mother tried everything to get me to dispose of it, shopping sprees, candy, etc. but none of those things fazed me. I continued having my show and tell on the road. Then one day I woke up in horror to find that my precious nail was not where I had left it. Which I came to realize that my mom, after all her other efforts had been thwarted, snook into my room after I had fallen asleep and disposed of the nail herself. I actually never knew this until she told me when I was older and could handle the tragic reality of my nail's fate. 

Love always,

Erin