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Silver glitter fingernails.  I'm kind in like with them.  Not love.  The nuns in elementary school would always tell me you couldn't love things.  You can only like them a lot.  So I like having silver glitter fingernails.  A lot.  I have decided that life is too short to not have a little fin along the way.  This has been a stressful week and a $1 splurge on nail polish seemed appropriate as a way to treat myself.  I feel a bit guilty about it.  My husband would never have splurged on himself right now.  He's stronger than I am.  He would say that we have all these medical bills about to hit us and we have absolutely no extra money to spend on frivolous.  He's the grown up.  He usually is.  I wish he weren't so much.  I wish he could find the boy that's still deep inside him somewhere.  The kid whose eyes lit up today when he saw the 3D previews for the rerelease of Star Wars.  I heard him OOOH a bit in the theater.  He can take the boys.  If it were the first three movies I would go, but I can't stand that Jar Jar guy.  His voice gets all over my last nerve.  I gets on all of my last nerves.  I just want to tape his mouth shut.  Him and that dumb map on Dora.  I KNOW YOU'RE THE MAP!!!!!!!!!!  Stop telling me so. Ugh.  I hate that guy.  It's okay to hate him.  He's not a person.  You can't love things, but you also can't hate people.  You'd think I learned that in religion, but that was grammar class.  Weird, right?