I have one shiny nail...

I went to mall to get a new pair of slacks... and I returned with a new pair of jeans. Oh well. They were on sale, they're made from organic cotton (whoop de doo), and they're in my size (which is always a tough find). Honestly, the primary reason I didn't come back with a pair of slacks is that I couldn't find my size in any that I really wanted. I found one pair at the GAP that I liked and that fit me, but they're brown. I wasn't sure I had shoes that would go with them well enough, plus the last time I got pants that fit from GAP, they shrank in length and the break was too short after the first wash... so I'm a little nervous to get another pair. I really want some Producer pants from Express, but the nice ones are so freakin expensive!

While I was at the mall, an eastern european saleslady pounced on me. I understood very little of what she was saying; her accent was pretty thick. She asked me if I had heard of the dead sea and then scooped up my hand and started to buff my index finger nail. Now it's all shiny and smooth... I told her I don't need any. She tried to convince me my Mom and Grandmother would love me if I bought them some. I left. I hope my Mom and Grandma still love me.