Being mushy after looking at a photo of me

The weekend is here! I am spending part of my weekend with a dear friend. We are going to the beer and food truck festival. It's always nice to catch up with her.

My guy misses me. The feeling is always mutual.

We had this conversation:

"I like your profile pic on LinkedIn," he said.
"Thanks. You should. You took it," I reminded him.
"Yes, that's true. The subject makes the photo," he said.
"You're oozing sweetness again," I commented.
"When I miss you, it comes out naturally," he admitted.
"I like when you're mushy," I noted.
"You're worth it," he said.

I like when he's in mushy mode.

Nail polish

I have been working with three students since May. The longest-serving one has been with me since January of this year.

The building management at work had a barbeque lunch for us on Thursday. I went with my students to fetch some food. It was good. I got a beef sandwich with greens, a corn and bean salad, a Diet Pepsi, and a fudge popsicle.

I had lunch with them, which I don't often do on a Thursday. It was good.

We all had manicures. We all had different colours of polish. My three students looked at my nails and thought that I went to the salon every week.

I give myself a manicure every Sunday. I have only been to a salon once this year, if I am not mistaken. They felt that my polish looked professionally done. It was a nice compliment.

My guy loves my nails. Perhaps I don't notice how much I take care of my nails. I'm glad that I do.