tough as nails

I was chatting with a girlfriend the other day about mainly important topics (our careers, our holiday donation plans, our side businesses), when a slightly lighter topic came up. She had the most incredible manicure (the shade was this impeccable nude color that I’ve been hard pressed to find these days), which got us talking about, yep, our nails. If you’re like me, you probably spend a silly amount of time worrying, just as you’re about to hand over your credit card at a cashier, as to whether or not they will notice how bad your manicure looks at the moment. It’s funny, right? I can compartmentalize when it comes to my first world problems,...