Last March I had my nails done. I am, as it turns out, an unstoppable nail biter. Try as I might, I've never in my life had pretty hands until I had them done. The upkeep is completely manageable. Every three weeks or so I go to the nail salon and have one of the very pleasant folks there take care of me. The only downside is the chemical smell. I feel awful that the salon workers have to work with it all day. But I digress. Every once in a while, usually when it was time for a fill, I would consider having the acrylic removed and start growing them out. A couple of days ago, one nail just kind of fell off. The real nail underneath looked a little roughed up, but not too awful. So I set to work and pried them all off. Big mistake. The effect of all ten uncovered nails was only slightly less unpleasant than the pictures of MERSA infection which are currently splashed all over the media. So...Get thee to the nail salon. Less than twenty hours later, I had the whole set done. Now they look great.
