Every time I go to Sam's Club, I break a fingernail. Since I go to Sam's pretty much once a week, my fingernails are getting really short. Not that I'm into manicures or anything, but I do like the protection and functionality that a modest fingernail affords.
My mother drinks jello for her nails, and she hates it. She literally gags on it. She heats it up and drinks it because she finds it slightly less loathsome as a warm liquid than as a cool gel.
If I went to Sam's as infrequently as I update this journal, my family would starve. I haven't been doing well at either cooking or writing. Guess I'm busy.
Laura seems to be doing better, finally.