Wicked, Wicked Girls - part II

She quickly replyed "wicked". Well it certainly was! This summer, I found myself wandering around a local drugstore looking for a new nail polish. As my eyes scanned the shelves, they came to rest on a bottle - slightly brownish in color - yes, dark and mysterious. It was 'wicked'. I picked up the bottle, and feeling daring, purchased it for later application to my slightly tanned toes. Of course i quickly forgot about it, never even thinking it important enough to mention to my daughters. When Kristin came home about a week later, she immediately noticed it. She looked me squarely in the eyes as she asked me to then state exactly WHAT was on my toes????? "Wicked" I answered with a somewhat embarassed half-smile. Needless to say, she immediately called her sister and they had quite a laugh at my expense. I guess it is kind of funny. It is a woman's perogative to change her mind though, right? Anyway, got to go - I need to change my toe nail polish - and I am feeling just a little 'wicked" . . . . .