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Nail Hoot: Polish Pickup January 2018

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YOU GUYS.  We did it.  ON TIME AND EVERYTHING.  Seriously, whose blog is this cuz it’s certainly not mine.  Cuz only a superhuman can write TWELVE blogs back to back to back and somehow get them posted BEFORE all the nail polish goes away.  Soooo, on the off-chance this is my blog after all, well then who’s the Queen of the Carpal Tunnel, hmmm?  I mean, I’m not saying it’s me, butttt … it’s probably me.  Are bonus points coming?  Only about a trillion, pretttty sure.

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Lollipop Posse Lacquer: Polish Pickup January 2018

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A quick blog for you tonight, so we’re gonna jump right in with some things.  The Polish Pickup is inching ever so close, and I am determined to get all these blogs done BEFORE the sale starts (as in, ideal scenario).  So even though I’m just tossing out pictures and not saying words, pretending like I ain’t a huge drool-y mess and this is all NO BIG DEAL, let me assure you:  it’s basically the BIGGEST big deal that you ever did see and I’ve got a thousand drool buckets here to prove it.  But since we don’t have 18 years to just hang out in here reading things today, it’s onto the polish sans-fanfare we go. Weeee!

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Anchor & Heart Lacquer: Polish Pickup January 2018

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Cooking is not the same as riding a bicycle:  if you don’t do it often, you forget how altogether – and quite SPECTACULARLY if you want my opinion. Let’s just say – completely random example of course – you get married to a chef and pretty quickly get relegated to 1,825 days worth of dish duty cuz of the ONE TIME it took 15 years to cut an onion. And then let’s say that husband goes to work on New Year’s Eve and leaves you alone to fend for yourself (i.e., nightmare scenario) and you decide to make a casserole (with Dorito crumb topping!) cuz we like it effortless ’round here.  So far so good, except … wellll, sometimes things ensue (again, LET’S JUST SAY).

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BLUSH Lacquers: Polish Pickup January 2018

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Who else is spending New Year’s Eve wearing pajamas and blogging about nail polish?  Damn near NO ONE, pretttty sure.  If y’all thought I’d be out doing something exciting and/or less incredibly sad, wellll … you’ve read this blog before right?  I mean, there’s a 97.46867% chance I’ve been sipping on the same wine cooler for the past 3 hours.  Annnnd, I might’ve strategically measured out 17 Ruffles and one tiny, depressing serving of French Onion dip cuz clearly I know how to party.  Seriously, WHO WANTS MY LIFE?  It comes with an extraordinary amount of nail polish, a hubby who makes sandwiches and a whoooole lotta nerd points.  Actually, who just wants the nerd points, cuz I’m keeping all the rest.  SANDWICHES, guys.  They just appear out of nowhere around here.

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Pretty Jelly: Polish Pickup January 2018

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Just because we left two family size tubs of French Onion dip intended for mom’s Christmas party in the fridge (and effectively ruined said party if you want my opinion) and then had to buy gigantic bags of potato chips today so the dip wouldn’t go to waste DOES NOT mean I had a plan this whole time to sabotage the party and have an excuse to eat the chips and dip all by myself. I mean, it only seems suspicious. Cuz I’ve spent a great part of my life with my hand stuck inside a chip bag, and if it somehow wasn’t in a chip bag, well clearly that me wasn’t me but an imposter me and the real me had been kidnapped cuz that scenario seemed far more likely. But this time, I swear I behaved. Which might possibly be the saddest thing I’ve ever written.

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Scofflaw Varnish: Polish Pickup January 2018

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We’re over halfway done with this Polish Pickup blogging thing and the sale doesn’t even start for 7 whooooole days.  Who’s overachieve-y?  I’m overachieve-y!  But I’ll be honest:  it’s slipping fast.  My mother-in-law got me a heated throw blanket for Christmas and I’ve legit been under that thing for about 96 hours straight.  And pulling my arms out just so I can type a blog is proving to be nigh on impossible.  Behind the scenes tidbit, guys:  I’ve spent the past three days writing this paragraph.  NOT A TYPO.  If we somehow miraculously make it to the end of this one, it’d be a dadgum miracle.

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Chirality Polish: Polish Pickup January 2018

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Jumping right into the polish tonight, as I’ve wasted enough time being lounge-y for the past few days.  Well, not lounge-y lounge-y cuz I definitely had clothes on more often than not.  And I went to an aquarium on Christmas Eve (i.e., nightmare scenario) and lost my grandchildren about 27,000 separate times.  But my point – there is a point, I swear it, guys – is that I wasn’t blogging that much.  I lounged but in the most un-lounge-y way possible.  And effectively created about 7,397 Polish Emergencies for myself.  So here we are, back at it.  Attempt #6 at telling you about things before the things are no longer the things.  Let us focus, shall we?  We shall!

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