I went to my daughter’s this morning, and did a load of laundry, (which I still have to hang up) and she told me my fingernail had healed enough to put on a new set of nails for the Christmas holidays! WOO-HOO!
When she did them the last time, I made it to my class reunion and back, but during the night after she had done a fill, I hit my nail dead-on as I was feeling my way into the bathroom in the dark. It tore the nail off the nailbed till there was just a thin strip of flesh holding it on.
*sigh* So it’s been healing. It’s covered enough of the nailbed now that I can get new nails put on. Just in time for the Christmas party at church.
We’re having a “Pajama Party” next Friday night, so I’m wearing my red flannels and will take my bunny slippers! (That is, if I feel well enough to go. It sounds like so much fun!)
So that's where that screaming was coming from. Silly me, I thought it was a neighbour dying, or something.
I hope your nails look wonderful and you’re well enough for your Pajama Party!
We had a great time at the party last night. The youth group leader (nice man, originally from Iran) told me how great he thinks Anoreth is. Elen got to play “Santa’s elf,” which was extremely thrilling. Several old people mentioned that they were amazed that all three little boys waited in their chairs until we brought them their food. And Sally finished an activity for a Girl Scouts badge that involved interviewing women of different ages.
Then Anoreth and I went back to participate in a prayer vigil from 10-11. Even with the nap, I had a hard time staying awake, but I managed. (Not sure Anoreth did, but at least she didn’t snore or fall off the chair. ;-).
Warm again today - 55 already. Time to feed the catz!