At the salon

Oh my god I just realized I can blog post from my iPhone. I might be able to get back to it. I can't get near the laptop at home without Ceci trying to bang on the keyboard like a demented virtuoso. Anyway I'm at the nail place now. A moment of peace away from the toddler. It would be perfect if I wasn't inhaling chemicals and watching girls with fake coach purses get their acrylic nails fixed. Acrylic nails are like petri dishes of bacteria.