January 2nd, 2017 a day of tragic loss.
Ok, now its story time, once upon a time my sister asked me to paint her nails. She picks one of my favorites blues off the rack. I file, trim and apply a base coat, I reach over for the nail polish. I tap it on my palm a few times like I do before opening every bottle and The paint is thick like one of those weird whipped yogurt things. I toss some thinner in it and shake it back up thinking nothing of it. It looks fine so I go on and finish her nails. Before I apply the top coat I have her sit with the heater for a solid 10 minutes mostly because I was busy choosing my color for that day. I take out my favorite glossy top coat and put it on her nails. She again sits for 10ish minutes while I remove my current nail polish. I go to check on he nails and when I touch the polish its all thick again. I didn’t check it before the to coat because I wasn’t paying attention. Then I started to get worried and it turns out nail polish can expire! I think back I had gotten it probably 15 months ago. The date on the back says it usually lasts 1 year. After an hour or so of testing It turns out most of my nail polish was no good. I had to throw so many away and now me and my sister joke about that day referring to is as the nail polish funeral.