One time I tripped over my troll feet and fell backwards, spilling the polish and leaving a permanent stain on the wall of the ginormous jetted tub that I wasn't supposed to use because "baths are expensive." So why buy a house with a ginormous fucking tub then? I'm glad the polish stain is still there. May it live long and prosper. And anyway, I did take baths, in secret, and had a great time with those powerful jets, too. Muhahahaha!
But that's all a crock, so I walked away from the tub and tiled kitchen counters and a back yard and a writing shed and herbs and flowering cherry trees that bloom twice a year. I donated my Kitchenaid mixer to a great guy in the office who has been using it to make loaf after loaf of homemade bread with his new bride and can't stop smiling.
I can't stop smiling, either. I walked away from powerful jets and spilled polish and the word "no" and I finally learned a thing or two about beauty treatments.
Wanna know how to get a good manicure? Find a man who's not afraid to show the lady a little love...and who knows how to keep the squirmy ones from making a mess.
"Don't mess up your polish now......hold very, very still.....or else."
ps -- powerful jets ain't nuttin. sing it, ladies! R.E.S.P.E.C.T.!