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Elvis has left the building

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

I have used this phrase in reference to my hands and feet often, but this time I am referring to my nails. 
They seem to be leaving the building. As in, 'Elvis has left the building'.

I've noticed that I dwell on this recent occurrence more than I should.
By then again, how can I avoid it? My hands are right there in front of me. I generally cover my legs with a pair of black tights and a skirt, so that doesn't nag me too often. But my nail-less fingers...it gets under my skin.

I needed some distraction from my nails, or lack there of. 
Rather than focus on all of the things I have not been able to do for quite a while with the frail and now some missing nails (like opening soda cans, picking up a penny from the floor, actually pushing those 'push' buttons, etc. why not think up some fun benefits that warped and/or nail-less fingers CAN do?

Yes, many of my nails have 'left the building', but it was time to put a twist on this reality. It was time to get my giggle on. Check out what I came up with, Elvis style.

I visualized myself in metallic gold shades, flaunting a frothy pair of unaffiliated side burns. 
Then I surfed my own personal wave of a Blue Hawaii daydream, as if channeling The King:

I could stir the peanut butter in the jar with my index finger, not having to worry about getting it stuck under my finger nail before making that fried PB and 'nanner sandwich. 
Don't worry! I haven't actually done this. I'm just dreaming about it. 
Mmmmmmm....drool drool drool.

I could play a guitar with a guitar pick, and not worry about using nails here either. I just might belt out, "All Shook Up" though. So be warned, I can't carry a tune!

I would have no problems hopping into and out of those polyester sequined jumpsuits since there are no buttons. Yay for giant zippers!

I took the shiny gold shades off and came back to reality. I seems that Elvis Presley is a good fit when I need a good distraction.

Bonus of Elvis daydreams: the rhinestone clad wardrobe distracts anyone (even myself) from seeing those mangled fingertips. Nice!

'Nuff Said
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