M(N)ail Trauma.
Shellac has ruined my almost perfectly grown out wedding nails!
Ok, I’m not that dramatic, at least when it comes to my nails, but seriously I will never get a no-chip manicure again. I went almost two Thursdays ago. The brand was CND (later to find out O.P.I is much better, FYI for all of you virgin-shellacers), the color appeared below, was in fact a near colorless polish. Perfect. I’ll pay $35 for a clear nail polish.

Then that Friday, I ran my thumb nail into the key hole in the door, made a dent. damn. The dent got bigger, the shellac gel started peeling back, AND was peeling the entire top of my nail back. Prior to the shellac gel, the manicurist filed the hell out of my nail, telling me it needed to be “super clean,” whatever, I barely know how to paint my nails so I listened to her. Anyways, I think she pretty much filed my nail to the nail bed, and then put this peel-able gel on. So that was Friday, it really wasn’t too noticeable, except that another nail randomly started chipping? Again, entire top of nail. By the end of last week, 1+ week into no-chip manicure, I took a clipper to all my nails and trimmed them down, because the nail was so thin and breaking. Well, then came time to remove the shellac gel. Impossible. Soaked my fingers in pure acetone. Nada. Tomorrow, I’m going to the nail salon and begging them to fill me in on removing this stuff. This is like getting fake nails for prom all over.
In other news: my mailbox is broken and I can’t get my R.S.V.P. cards, which is honestly the absolute favorite part of my day. Since they started rolling in, I’ve changed my entire day. Instead of going to the gym immediately after work, I come home FIRST to see what R.S.V.P cards we got! GOD FORBID Sundeep and I come home together, I seriously try to distract him, so I can get to the R.S.V.P cards first, hog them, read them, calculate them into the Excel sheet…. OR pretty much knock him over getting in the door so I can access the mailbox first, which is NOW easy since I stole his mail key from his key chain (we only have one, he’s always had it) insane.
So, today I came back from a run (the mailman is new, and incredible late at delivering mail) and I saw him approaching the house … this is what happened.
Me: hey…. how are you, you new?
Mailman: huh?
Me: oh, are you new, the mail has been later the past few weeks..
Mailman: well they changed my route..<taking mail out of his wagon>
Me: oh <staring intently at my hidden R.S.V.P cards in his handful of mail>, I can just take those R.S.V.P cards, those are mine, I’m getting married ..
Mailman: well, I can’t, the mail is locked in the box, how do I know if you live here? <taking an INCREDIBLE slow amount of time putting the mail in all of the slots…>
Me: ugh. ok well I guess I’ll go get my key..
COME BACK. I can’t open my mailbox, it’s stuck! mail conspiracy. I’m going to stay up all night until Sundeep comes home, and have him try to fix it..