Random story up ahead! :
Every Tuesday morning we go to my piano teacher’s house. It’s way up high on a very steep hill. I have no clue how they got it up there. But every week mom pushes the minivan up the hill somehow, and we head in to my lesson. At least two minutes before we have to get out of the car and go inside, I start frantically cutting my nails. My piano teacher is very much opposed to long nails. She says (and I’m paraphrasing here) that we can all afford to give up a little vanity in our lives. I get the feeling that she thinks I keep them long because it’s the fashion or something, but the truth is that I’m lazy, and it’s very hard for me to cut the nails on my right hand. Sad. Anyway, she has threatened to cut my nails for me several times in the past, and two weeks ago she did it. Yes, you read that right. She got her fancy-schmansy little leather nail-kit, opened it, and took out a fancy-schmansy little pair of nail-scissors. And she cut my nails. It was embarrassing to say the least, but I lived. Thank goodness it’s my own fault and that she’s my friend, or else I’m afraid would’ve been rather mad.
Ah yes. My piano teacher is the source of many entertaining stories…
I actually don’t know why I shared that particular story with you all. I think it’s because I feel like I don’t have very much to write about right now. The ACT is over, Gospel meetings ended temporarily yesterday 🙁 , the Nosey-book fiasco is done with… things are really calm right now!! Well relatively calm…
