So I invited my girlfriend over to hang out tonight.
You know, typical girls' night in: Watch Bridesmaids, eat excessively garlicky snacks, cultivate our boozehag skills & do mani/pedis.
And then I realized that last one means she'll see my obnoxious nail polish collection.
I love the girl, but I'm not sure I survive the shame of lugging the 22 pound storage bin out of my bedroom for her to see the depth of my addiction.
Should I conveniently forget we were going to paint our nails? Get her too drunk to remember her name, let alone what she witnessed? Cull the bin of a couple of dozen bottles?
I am fairly certain the panicky feeling I am experiencing is usually followed by judgy looks, stern tough-love comments from friends & family and a 28 day stint at a "spa".
I wonder if they do gel nails there ...
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