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After a most family-filled weekend, orchestrated by my wife, of swimming, rock-wall-climbing, and theme park roller coasters and rides, we came home tonight pretty tired. I asked to learn how to do Tamara's nails for her. I just have to say that anyone who can paint anything well with the thick, cumbersome brush that comes with nail polish is a genius. I have the goal of becoming a genius, too. |
by Brett Rogers, 7/13/2008 10:55:18 PM
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You are a great husband! When I was a freshman in highschool a neighbor boy asked to paint my nails for me. I wound up with basically painted fingers. |
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