I celebrated by going to get my nails done. My mom watched sp for what turned out to be a TWO HOUR nail session getting shellac because I'm a nail biter with cuticles that want to take over the world. I don't sit still well and in all honesty was ready to flail my arms and explode in a hissy fit after an hour but I kept still out of politeness to the kind and meticulous lady who was doing such a wonderful job on my nails. They feel fancy and are quite glossy and if I could just find someone to do a slipshod job of maintaining them in half an hour next time I'd be thrilled. Because the lady doesn't work late enough for dh to make it home and keep sp and no way in hell is my mom watching the baby for two hours again while I get my nails done. It's a little egregious.
However, see the fancy fanciness:
Note that although the trend is understated french tips I went with candy apple red. Also note that I come from a long line of practical and strong women who sacrifice and would never ever waste time and money on something so shallow.
I still love them.
It'll never happen again, but I love them.
Now dh has announced I need to watch the baby so he can go to walmart. I objected as it's my birthday but he insisted. Grrr.