I was in a panic.
There was spilled nail polish on my floor-
my wooden floor.
I've told my granddaughter, Taylor, a gazillion times,
Paint Your Nails at the Table
Line the Table with Newspaper!!!!
I rushed to pick it up before more leaked out.
Just then . . .
I PICKED UP THE ENTIRE SPILL ??????????
I FELL for it!
Taylor and her mom had been to the wax museum downtown
and they must have had a magic shop,
or a gift shop with practical jokes.
It was fake polish!
We all had a good laugh,
(Good thing too, because she wouldn't have been laughing
had it been real polish.)