The manicured fingernails are always the last to go.Broke a nail this a.m. -- so of course I had to get rid of the other nine -- the last remnants of my Cinci manicure. The last evidence of living in Pamperdom for a week. And I don't mean the disposable diapers...although I am sure Depends are just around the corner...
The tan started to fade immediately, of course, and I just can't quite justify going back to the tanning bed when fall is -- I hope -- just around the corner.
And, besides, who needs a tan if one is no longer required to don a bathing suit for lounging by a pool for four or five hours a day?
Vacation seems like a lifetime ago...
Did I mention the dog destroyed John's good shoes? And Daniel's cell phone charger? And my rather pricey and sassy smart-girl glasses?
And the beat goes on...
1 comment:
Oh my goodness, don't I know the feeling! First the tan, then the nails and then the weight that you worked soooo hard to get rid of starts creeping back on. You say, " who the hell cares, my life is back to this!" Cheers Annie to the after vacation blues! Mary
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