Paintball? Murdered Barney?

Today I went shopping and happened to find some magenta colored nail polish that matched that currently on my toes. Two weeks ago I had a pedicure but it has since started to chip. but I am too cheap to go get another pedicure. I just happened to find the exact color, though different brand, at Five Below, a $5 or less store.

When I got home, I thought it would be a great idea to talk on the phone to H and paint my toes, in bed. The bed with white sheets. Have you guessed where this story goes? Of course, me being me, I fling the nail polish brush to the ground (not on purpose of course) and the paint splatters everywhere. Not thinking too far ahead and realizing who I was, I didn't buy nail polish remover. Remember, I just wanted to do was touch up some chips! So I dabbed the spots with a towel (white as well!). All woman, and probably most men, know that towels do not make nail polish disappear. Nope.


So I am leaving the purple stains on the bed. It looks like I tried to play paintball in the room. Or maybe someone murdered Barney. I might rotate the sheets so that the splatters are on the bottom, tucked in. Maybe they won't notice when they change the sheets. I'm sorry!!!

H's response to this, as she was on the phone the whole time, was "no exaggeration, you are the only person I know who has this many accidents! Every day!" Yup, just one of the lovable endearing quirks.