Angry Eyes

After Lizzy and I walked in the house I glanced over at the bathroom. There was a bottle of peroxide out and blood on the counter. ‘Please let it not be a horrible accident involving a saw and someone’s finger!’ I prayed. “Who’s hurt?” I yelled up the stairs.

“No one,” Bri yelled back. “But Will had another Beautiful Cover Girl moment.” Will had found Bri’s bright pink nail polish. I found the fingernail polish remover and cleaned the tile, but the polish didn’t come off the countertop as easily. It’s a little pink in places. Yes, it does stand out against the white counter top. No, I don’t care. I am really use to things getting destroyed and I figure it might wear off during the next few years. Besides now it matches the polish he spilled on the carpet in the sunroom. (Well, I guess not exactly because that was purple – I really may need to ban fingernail polish from my house!)

After I gave up on getting the pink off my counter I went upstairs to find Will. He had painted his eyebrows with the Raspberry fingernail polish. His blond hair set off the beautiful color nicely. “He looks like Grace Jones.” I giggled.

My husband disagreed. “I think he has more of a Boy George look going.”

Then Bri added sadly, “I wish he hadn’t given himself angry eyebrows!”

But really, the angry eyebrows were adorable.