212. The gift of Red Nail Polish. I bought a new dress for the WOW event last night, and the fabric is quite colourful in parts, which includes the colour red; therefore, I painted my nails red to compliment the outfit; the only thing lacking was a pair of red shoes, which would have looked fabulous with the dress. However, I didn't have time to go shoe-shopping before the event, so I opted to wear my least-favourite-shoes, which also happen to be the only shoes I own that match the dress. Back to the red nail polish - I have to take it off before tomorrow morning . . . if I wear it around my Hutterite students, they'll just beg me to paint their nails the same colour, and I don't think that would go over too well with their parents.
213. The gift of Store Policies that Account for Mishaps. Today I went to WalMart to buy nail polish remover, in order to remove the aforesaid red nail polish . . . we didn't get a cart for our purchases, and therefore I was trying to manage things in my two hands, which, apparently, aren't capable of holding a whole lot without a disaster occurring. The nail polish remover fell, hit the floor, and spilled all over the hardwood. The top of the lid broke off completely . . . I couldn't even find the piece that broke off, but there was nail polish remover EVERYWHERE. It wasn't a pretty sight. I offered to pay for the damaged bottle, but the clerks assured me that it was "just an accident" and not to worry - no charge. Maybe they have insurance for that sort of thing? I'm not sure.
214. The gift of Sunshine and Puddles.