But sometimes... on occasions when we are all together, one has to endure dinner conversation that drifts into "girl talk" more often than not.
Like the other night, when we took our cute Co-Eds out for an Indian dinner. Mistress had just gotten a new manicure and everyone had an opinion. At least everyone but me.
"They look a little trashy", said our younger daughter, who, after a year in Europe, fancies herself as Oh so sophisticated and continental.
The older daughter, who is more the midwestern sorority girl, with much less pretension and more generosity of spirit, was more supportive.... "they're OK.... if kind of bright."
In her own defense, Mistress argued that they were "festive", fit for the holidays.
Of course, she then put me on the spot. I tried to demur, not feeling truly qualified to express an opinion on the subject. But "no comment" was not acceptable.
"I don't think they're trashy .... trashy would be fake long ones.... or maybe reindeer painted on your nails...."
You know, something Ellie Mae Clampett would come home with.
Fortunately the Nan showed up at the table, and the subject changed. But what do you think, dear readers?
I found this old picture that has just about the same nail color Mistress is now sporting:
