Since we’re already on eyeballs, I thought I’d continue the theme today in a non-food manner. That’s right: It’s time for a manicure!
Honestly, I love this because I’ll take any excuse to paint my nails black, which I rarely do since about 1998 when I decided I would never be able to fool anyone into thinking I was Goth. At Halloween, though, everyone gets to be Goth…
Or a prostitute. Whichever you prefer, really. Or both. If you want. (I tend to go with Goth because of the size of my thighs.)
Anyway, all began well enough.
And if there’s ever a lesson to be learned from this blog, it’s probably, “Quit while you’re ahead.”
But I never take my own damn advice.
Actually, things were looking pretty good.
And then I went off-book. Because I’m a rebel. And occasionally Goth. That’s right, people. I found a bottle of glow-in-the-dark nail polish and decided that this whole get-up needed a top-coat of spooky green glow.
I was wrong.
Also, I feel I should tell you that it didn’t really glow that much, which would have made it less of a fail, I think.
So, anyway, back to the drawing board with this one. Maybe I’ll go make some more eyeball food to make myself feel better.