Boy came to town tonight, and we all went out for a week-early birthday dinner for my wife. He actually came home in the afternoon so we got a whole afternoon with him first and then a long dinner... always appreciated.
He was giving us some updates on a couple of his friends moving in with their girlfriends, and my wife said "how about you, are you seeing anyone lately?" to which he nodded, that he was. I asked if it was someone he was introduced to via friends and he said it was someone he met "on the apps." And that, in four hours with him, was all we got.
Even so, when he got up to go to the restroom at dinner, my wife and I fist bumped that we got THAT info. The boy is an open book on anything except that topic. Always has been.
Overall though, what you would call a full, rich day. (Cause we also did another morning shopping spree, which proved very successful!)
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This evening I took my first-ever crack at painting my finger nails (we'd picked up new polish this morning). Two coats of polish, and then the top coat, as instructed by my wife. And then I used the remover wipe to clean up the mistakes around the edges?
How does it look? Well, if you were 20 feet away, in a dimly lit room? At least partially full of smoke? You'd say -- those nails look pretty janky.
For a first effort, she thought I did pretty well. But even so, I immediately wiped them clean.
I think what I learned is, I'm going to go to salon and get them done professionally. That way a) I'll know if I like having them done, since it won't be an issue of "not done well" and b) if I do decide to keep doing this going forward, I'll now have an example of a target for which to aspire.