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Nails and Sleep

It is finally here! I feel like I've been working on The Shutter Release Project forever, but today is the day and I'm exhausted from sleep deprivation.

Yesterday my computer with the guest list crashed and my husband was in Tucson, so I had to wait for him to get home to get it going for me - I crawled in bed way too late.                                                    

I've never been a girl that gets her nails done so two of my daughters bought me Sally Hansen Salon effects nail polish strips for Mother's Day. I had already done my toes with one set and it was a piece of cake ... love them! I had my daughter put the other set on my nails before bed last night - she's being a perfectionist putting them on and peeling them off, so now the damn things won't stick. I putting tons of top coat on so they make it through the night - of course when you have wet nails you have to pee - am I right? Let's just say the task of peeing and getting ready for bed with stick on polish strips and too many coats of top coat was interesting and I now consider myself extremely talented - sleeping was a whole other story. But I'm up and they're still on my nails so maybe getting only 4 hours of sleep was worth it.

If people focus on my glittery nails versus the bags under my eyes everything will be alright.

Have a fabulous Saturday... pictures from the event coming soon!

I'm not asleep... but that doesn't mean I'm awake."
-Unknown Author





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