Tuesday, July 17, 2007
It had to happen. Nail polish has been flowing freely for quite sometime. My only rule? You must put your hand or foot on the floor on a piece of paper. Even on the table on a piece of paper would be acceptable. So really, the emphasis is on the paper underneath. And permission. I wanted to know it was happening. These rules have been broken all week. Over and over again. This morning at 7:20, we had an urgent meeting in the bathroom. I hate waking up to the smell of nail polish and remover. All 7 coats of nail polish were removed from nails and all nail polish was thrown into the garbage can. I call it tough love and the girls knew they were already driving on bald tires, so it came as no surprise.