Fingernails
Recently, my fingernails have been growing. Its weird, my nails do this every now and again - strong and long and hard. Most of the time they are brittle and do not grow well.
So, here I am with talons fit for a lady at The Club, for a suburban soccer-mom, for someone who would pay for a manicure and I am trying to change diapers, vacuum and cook. It is messy and dangerous.
Last night one of the nails had a snag on it. I could see the red numbers 4:05 on the digital clock by our bed - the control panel of my submarine as I fumble through the hadean depths of no-sleep. I felt for the edge of the snag with my teeth and bit it off. It felt sharp and crooked on my tongue and I spat it out somewhere on the carpet.
Now that is the difference between me and a lady at the club.
So, here I am with talons fit for a lady at The Club, for a suburban soccer-mom, for someone who would pay for a manicure and I am trying to change diapers, vacuum and cook. It is messy and dangerous.
Last night one of the nails had a snag on it. I could see the red numbers 4:05 on the digital clock by our bed - the control panel of my submarine as I fumble through the hadean depths of no-sleep. I felt for the edge of the snag with my teeth and bit it off. It felt sharp and crooked on my tongue and I spat it out somewhere on the carpet.
Now that is the difference between me and a lady at the club.