My hands are usually too dry for me to be able to grow my nails long in the winter, but I like them long in the summer. Really long. Inconveniently long. Brett actually complains about it, because they get long enough for me to accidentally scratch him, have trouble opening pop cans, etc.
And having long nails makes using an iPhone difficult (but not impossible!) because since it has to have skin-to-screen contact, and I can't use the tip of my finger because then I'm just stabbing at the vkeyboard with my fingernail (which does nooothing), I have to use the pad of my finger, which is big and clumsy.
I still like having them, though. I usually use gloves when I clean or do the dishes anyway, so they don't usually get too gunked up unless I'm cooking, and then it's just food, and it's easy to rinse out afterward. I keep them super clean. It's actually kind of fun to clean under long nails because when you're done, you have this big wide open clean white surface. It's like mopping the floor.
So anyway. Brett complains about them waaay too much, which I find really irritating, because if he hates something enough I eventually end up caving and just changing whatever it is he doesn't like, which makes me sad because I know *I* like having long nails, but if he doesn't want me to have them then all of the sudden I don't want to have them so much any more. But I do! But I don't. But I do! Do you know what I mean?
It's prooobably the way I made HIM feel when he had a beard. Because he likes having at least a short beard, and I'm of the opinion that a day's worth of stubble is the most facial hair any good looking man should have. If you have something to cover up, sure - grow a beard. HE has nothing to cover up. He was hiding a nice jaw line and a good chin under what I see as the male equivalent of leg hair on a woman.
So. I was scratching at my neck after watching Lars and the Real Girl tonight (which I deem cute, but a little sad), and I noticed that my thumbnail felt especially scratchy. I looked at it, and saw that it had a tear a couple of millimeters down from the top. Sooo...I cut them all off. I still have maybe two mm of white at the ends, but they feel really short to me. But Brett was happy when he saw them. And I got to tell him that I did it because I was tired of him complaining, which made him feel guilty, and made me feel a little better.
Besides, they'll grow back. I wonder how fast fingernails grow...I know hair is like, what...half an inch a month or something? Maybe fingies are like two mm/mo. That'd be cool. I'd like to have them long again by the end of August.
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