For some random reason unbeknownst to me, I have taken a stand and done something I thought I'd never do: I got fake nails. Chhyeah! That's right. Femmy Emmy is now the proud wearer of a set of pale pink acrylic nails. (She is also proud to have figured out that the word “acrylic” does not, in fact have two l’s in it.) Anna [my little sister] says dryly, "Wow... you're like a real girl now."
I hate how they feel but I'm going to let it grow on me. (get it?? Grow on me?) Given time, my real nails will come back and I can take the fake tips off and start biting them again.