I came home a couple of nights ago to this sign on the garage door:
Unfortunately, it was 10:30 p.m. and the girls had gone to bed. I had missed their grand plans and I felt terrible.
Thankfully, they were more than willing to reschedule me.
I proudly wore their handiwork on my toenails out and about and even to the doctor's office. I did, however, draw the line on Sunday morning and went to church polish-free.
