Wicked, Wicked Girls

Glancing down at my feet this morning in the shower, I noticed my toe nail polish starting to chip. this is a particular pet-peeve of mine. As I was thinking about what color to choose next, I thought of a funny story. A while ago, when my daughter Kristin was home, I noticed she was wearing a dark murky brown color nail polish. It was quite dark and mysterious. It wasn't a color I was used to seeing, or one that my girls would normally choose. I didn't like the way it looked, and I didn't think I liked it, period. I asked her what it was . . .