Nobody wastes time better

I have been craving chips, queso, and shakers from a local Mexican restaurant for the past two months, but I've been so concerned with fitting in to X, Y, or Z outfit that I haven't yet given in. But that all changes tonight because Sean and I are finally going and I'm so busy daydreaming of 30oz. Peach Mexican Martinis that I cannot focus on the textbooks that need to be read nor the technical writer application that needs to be filled out. Bummer.

Years ago one of my brother's friends gave him a box of Strawberry Shortcake band-aids before he had surgery (because he'd need them afterwards to cover his boo-boo, get it?!). My brother's not exactly a football star, but neither is he flower picker, so he graciously gifted the band-aids to his prissy sister. Once I'd used them all up, I tried switching back to traditional band-aids but they're soooo dull. I wore one of the following band-aids to work the other day and one of my male co-workers mistook it for Barbie. Silly boy.

Every time I'd catch my pink-bandaged finger out of the corner of my eye I'd forget for a second that I was wounded and think that I'd actually painted my fingernails with the Pink Shock nailpolish that I bought for Easter:

I'm usually a white or red fingernail girl, so I had designated the pink as toenail polish, but it's so cute and springy that I'm going to dare to put it on my fingernails today. Right after I apply for that job, of course...