Yesterday, Dude took a nap without my having to physically hold him. Well, he started that way, at least. The period of Dude-free arms could have been used to do something like laundry (of which I did manage three loads yesterday) or something equally productive, but I decided to do something slightly more decadent. I painted my nails. *grin* Base coat, a very pretty sage green colour, holographic glitter on a couple of fingers, top coat, and they looked marvellous. Just as they were touch dry, Dude squawked, so I put the polish into the windowsill and held him while he finished his nap. Perhaps now is a good time to cover Dude's history with nail polish. Last summer, I came into the living room and could smell nail polish but couldn't for the life of me find the source. Later that day when I went outside to get something from the car, I found the smashed debris of a bottle of my top coat on the driveway under the open window. Cut ...