Yeah, about last Tuesday.

Yeah, about last Tuesday.

If my mom was wondering why she was crossed off my Chanukah list this year she should read this blog. I consider last Tuesday a comedy of errors in so many ways. It started with a manicure, a time frame, and ended with a burger. The last sentence may sound weird, but I assure you by the time you are done reading this it blog entry it will make a lot of sense. I talked my mom into getting cal gel manicures with me at Marie Nails. I love the place, and they do an amazing job on my nail art.

I am a little obsessed with art on my nails these days, and thought since my mom got basic gels we should just go at the same time to get manicures. Little did I know that I was creating a monster when I talked her into getting butterflies on her thumbs last month. This month I told her to pick from a nail design magazine, and boy did she pick a good design. However, designs are hand painted and they take some time to do. I told her I booked her for a gel pedicure, and a four design gel manicure. She ended up picking a ten design manicure. This was a problem, but the ladies at Marie’s really wanted to accommodate her request, because I have been going there for two years.

So they did accommodate her, but at my expense. The designated time for her manicure was an hour and a half, and it should have been enough time, but with the intricate designs she picked it took two hours and fifteen minutes. The girl that did her nails was booked to do my pedicure, and I had to give up my pedicure. Unfortunately my mom was completely clueless that she caused such a problem. Or was she? On a normal day I would have just waited for my pedicure, but that day I needed to meet someone in Santa Monica at 5pm.

Since my mom ran over her allotted time not only did I miss my pedicure, but we ended up being an hour late to meet my friend in Santa Monica. I was so annoyed at her, and the whole way to Santa Monica she kept laughing nervously. She knew it was more funny than tragic, and it all really did not matter, but I kept telling her that her nails were grounded for not respecting other people’s time, and punishing her nails was the topic of the drive. To cover my ass for next time I booked her extra time at Marie’s Nails to avoid this situation from ever happening again. To this day her nails and I aren’t friends right now. Once we got to Santa Monica I ran out of the car, and into Starbucks to meet with my friend.

My friend and I talked for an hour, and I thought it was only going to be twenty minutes, so my time frame was totally messed up, and by the time we left we were ridiculously hungry. My mom and I made a game day decision to stop at the habit for burgers on the way home. I was still talking smack on the way home about her nails, and we were laughing about the whole thing. We got to the habit, and I ordered my burger without mayo, but with Thousand Island dressing. They gave us our order and told us my hamburger was marked with an x on the packaging.

After we got our food we hoped back in the car, and raced home to eat. I walked into the bathroom to wash my hands while my mother separated our food onto plates. My mom was so hungry she had already begun to eat, and was half way through her burger. I sat down and I started to eat, but noticed I had mayo on my burger. I said out loud something like I guess putting Thousand Island dressing on my burger was too hard for them to remember. I looked over at my mom when I said this and she turned bright red. All of a sudden I realize my mom was eating my burger. To recap she made me late, took up the time for my pedicure, and ate my burger. No gift for her!