I know some poor college student will be searching the internet for ‘m-u-r-p-h-y-‘-s law’ and come across this post — and to you poor college student, I am sorry. This is not a comprehensive explanation of that phenomenon. This is me complaining about my nail polish. Never fails. Everything is good, outfit is ready, last minute shoes found, have coordinating nail polish. All I need to do is put on the new polish. Midnight, night before the event, go searching for the remover….none. So what do I do? What can I do! I attempt to paint the light…translucent…sparkly taupish new nail color over the BLOOD red, seriously chipped-so-it-won’t-even-look-even, nail polish that is currently on my nails. (I would like to clarify that this is on the toes, my fingernails are not even worthy of polish at this point) So, I’m on the second coat…and it’s starting to look better. Who knows how many coats this will take, and then of course they will be sticky and never dry and get smudged the first thing in the morning. Oh well, just another attempt to make SURE the bride looks the best. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it. Time for another coat.