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So I’ve been feeling the need for a treat this week, but one you don’t eat. It’s been about a year since I went to the nail salon and got my nails done, something I used to consider a must when I worked a regular job.
In fact, I had NEVER had a manicure till I was 31 years old. I was at a family reunion and hanging out with my aunt (the day before the big event). She told me “we’re going to go get our nails done.” I was all for it, but a little nervous. My aunt has always had beautiful long nails. I knew very little about fake nails other than I thought they were a little strange (but pretty). We went out to the nearest salon and I was inducted into the land of fake nails. I wasn’t very impressed with the process.
It smelled bad (like a home perm) and the lady didn’t speak English. In the end though, my nails looked great. Even my rings looked better. I showed them to all the family the next day and actually felt...
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