Going Goth

When the kid got his mohawk the other day, it seemed to release my inner goth chick...who had remained dormant for almost thirty years.

Did I go overboard?  Did I dye my hair black?  Did I dig out my old black trench coat?  Nope, my inner goth chick did battle with my inner minimalist and they settled on black fingernail polish.  And I'm lovin' it! 

Except for the ridiculous number of times I've seen my nails out of the corner of my eye and have been convinced that there's a cockroach or some such unwanted thing on my hand. 

Gadzooks!

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