Daily Aggravation 22: When nail polish stains your nails

The week I was in Dublin, I had my nails painted the most beautiful sky blue. Actually, I bite my nails so badly that they’re not even quantifiable as nails and I’ll rephrase that: I had my stubs painted the most beautiful sky blue. I was pretty sick of it by the time I got home, though, so I got out my trusty nail polish remover and took all of it off. Sort of. This stinking nail polish stained my nails so badly that now my hands look like they belong to a dead prostitute whose bloated body was just pulled out of the East River.